One Could Be Happy Not Only Without

There Was A House At The Foot Of The Tower, Close To The Thunder Of The Waves Breaking Against The Cliffs, Where Love Was More Intense Because It Seemed Like A Shipwreck.

But He Only Found Her In The Image That Saturated His Private And Terrible Solitude.

It Was A Love Of Perpetual Flight.

Then He Made One Last Effort To Search In His Heart For The Place Where His Affection Had Rotted Away, And He Could Not Find It.

The Only Everyday And Eternal Reality Was Love.