Θά πενθώ πάντα — μ’ακούς; — γιά σένα,μόνος,στόν Παράδεισο…
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
Stop all the clocks,cut off the telephone.W.H Auden
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.