"Night Thoughts"

Stars, you are unfortunate, I pity you,
Beautiful as you are, shining in your glory,
Who guide seafaring men through stress and peril
And have no recompense from gods or mortals,
Love you do not, nor do you know what love is.
Hours that are aeons urgently conducting
Your figures in a dance through the vast heaven,
What journey have you ended in this moment,
Since lingering in the arms of my beloved
I lost all memory of you and midnight.


-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

What were you dreaming about?

I meet you. I remember you.
Who are you?
You're destroying me. You're good for me.
How could I know this city was tailor-made for love?
How could I know you fit my body like a glove?
I like you.
How unlikely.
I like you.
How slow all of a sudden.
How sweet.
You cannot know.
You're destroying me. You're good for me.
You're destroying me. You're good for me.
I have time.
Please, devour me.
Deform me to the point of ugliness.
Why not you?
Why not in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference?
I beg of you.

-Hiroshima Mon Amour