I sing what I see. Nothing gets by me.
"Here I am," said I to chaos.
"I am your slave!" And he: "Good."
"For what?" said I.
Free in the end, I am!
What good is a caress when bliss...
this man came to possess?
Here I am, ready.
The trains are gone,
the brakes are gone.
And I can resist no more.
Go, sweet Βacchus, take me.
The brakes are gone!
The brakes are gone!
— I heard you.
— No, they're really gone!
— When did you learn to drive?
— Ten minutes ago.
— I thought it was less than that.
— How far do I bow down? 180 degrees? Like this?
— Think of a sunflower. They bow to the sun. Βut if you see some that are too bowed down... it means they're dead! You're serving. You're not a servant. Serving is a supreme art. God is the first servant. God serves men, but he's not a servant to men.
— I forgot to tell you.
— Go ahead.
— You can't imagine how much I feel like making love to you. Βut I'll never tell anyone, especially not you. They'd have to torture me to make me say it.
— Say what?
— That I want to make love to you. Not just once. Over and over again! Βut I'll never tell you that. I'd have to be crazy to tell you I'd even make love to you now... right here, for the rest of my life.
