What I need to keep you. I give you thin streets, desperate sunsets, barren moons. I give you the sorrow of a man who looks at the lonely moon for a long time. I give you all the insight I can contain in my books, and all the manliness and humor I can have in my life. I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith. I give you the core of myself that I have managed to preserve, the core that does not make words, that does not trade in dreams, that is not touched by time, joy and adversity. I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening, many years before you were born. I give you an interpretation of your life, a theory about yourself, your true and amazing existence. I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.