Do you know something that I don’t? Infinite indignation. 

We get so used to quiet talk that – if one day…..-  we won’t be able to speak. That will be fun. Infinite Love.

You don’t have enough sleep….Infinite melancholy.

While you were in Paris last year, I happened to be in Sicily, Taormina. When I read the news about the event I was on a terrace, attempting to order a sugar-free caffe freddo with whipped cream. The waiter...