“Where did all this dust fill your hair, Orpheus?” You asked me one afternoon, Anna.

“I was searching through old storage of time, my love, and I got dusty.” You laughed and said: “Tomorrow, I will start late from a small provincial café.”

“What do you mean?” “And I will have your slender limbs for company.”

“What do you mean?” “And I will slice through time with my own illuminated ship.”

“You’re crazy!” “And the pirates will lie down with the twilight of their supremacy. And I must hurry to multiply the Spring of your eyes.”

“Crazy!” “So that we can live where they tear us apart!”

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]