Mia aioniotita kai mia mera

The Child:
You're smiling but I know you're sad.

Alexandre:
I know that one you will leave. The wind pushes your eyes away but today give me this day as if it was the last.

Alexandre:
Why, mother, nothing happens as we wish? Why? Why does one have to rot in silence torn between pain and desire? Why did I live my life in exile. Tell me mother, why can't one learn to love?

Alexandre:
My only regret, Anna - but is it only one? - is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there.