Only you, fish of my dreams.
I don't want to see a crocodile. Waiting endlessly for a proper thought.

et Nietzsche a pleuré

So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead
If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend
And I will lay a bed before you, keep you safe until the end

Andria par La Dispute