Ti si zena drugog sistema.

My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had — no wonder that I return the love.

''Ja sam veoma los drug, Robi.''
''Nadam se da je tako'', rekoh. ''Meni zena i ne treba kao drug, zelim ljubavnicu.''
''Ni to nisam.''
''A sta si onda?''
''Ni polovina, ni cjelina. Ja sam fragment.''
To je najbolje'', rekoh. ''To raspaljuje fantaziju. Takve se zene vjecito vole. Covjeku savrsene brzo dosade. Zene od vrijednosti takodje. Fragmenti nikada.''

...but then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as usual as I’ve been doing all my life after people that interest me, because the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing…but burn, burn, burn, like roman candles across the night.

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my lonelines