“Peace be unto love when it comes, when it dies and changes lovers in hotels. Does

it have anything to lose? We’ll drink the evening coffee in the garden. We’ll tell
stories of exile in the night. Then we’ll go to a room – two strangers searching for
a night of compassion and so on and so forth.

We’ll leave a few words on our two seats. We’ll forget our cigarettes, so othersmay continue with the evening and the smoking. We’ll forget some of our sleepon our pillows, so others may come and rest in our sleep and so on and so forth.How was it that we put faith in our bodies in those hotels? How could we dependon our secrets in those hotels? In the darkness that has joined our bodies, othersmay continue our cry and so on and so forth. We are only two of those who sleepin a public bed, a bed that belongs to all. We say only what transient lovers alsosaid a while ago. Goodbye comes soon. Was this hasty encounter only so as toforget those who loved us in other hotels? Have you not said these wanton wordsto someone else? Have I not said these wanton words to someone else in anotherhotel, or have I said them in this very bed? We’ll follow the same steps, so thatothers may come and follow the same steps and so on and so forth.”