« In the very deep lake of your eyes
My poor heart drowns and melts
There it undoes
In the water of love and madness
Memory and Melancholy »
(Guillaume Apollinaire, Poems to Lou 1914)

« I picked this sprig of heather
Autumn is dead remember
We won’t see each other on earth again
Smell of time bit of heather
And remember that I am waiting for you“
(Guillaume Apollinaire)