Go back

their heart is their only abyss

In the presence of my Prince, I could no more not smile than water not reflect the sun to the sun. Come! My mind's made up. Eat my voice. Get your knife ready!

Remember love; the heart is dust so soon.

Hold me against your heart to sleep.

[...] The freedom [...] and the carefree existence of a man sleeping at the crossroads of the future.

each kiss given by perishable lips is stronger than death.

I feel naive as a child, tongue-tied as a schoolboy, empty-handed as a slave, perhaps because in one day, I accept my role as man and as king.

I thought I brought you my crown but what can I bring a swan, only water and sky?

Kill! Let that lukewarm juice they call their blood flow on your absurd feet!