There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

You must learn to wait for the fulfillment of your visions.

Se è tardi a trovarmi, insisti, se non ci sono in un posto, cerca in un altro, perché io son fermo da qualche parte ad aspettare te.

I wanted her and only her.I wanted to be a part of her storm. I wanted to feel my pulse against hers.I wanted the bitter on her sweet tongue. I wanted the sadness in her...