Quotes from Apollinaire

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

And God said come to the edge. I can't. I'm afraid. Come to the edge. I can't. I'll fall Come to the edge. I went to the edge and God pushed me…….and I flew.

It's raining women's voices as if they had died even in memory, and it's raining you as well- Marvellous encounters of my life (o little drops!)