"Everything that lives is too mysterious. And you, my dear, remain for me an eternal riddle, the meaning of which hides the joys of life and the horrors of death. Don't be afraid to give yourself to me. I will always long for you and I will never recognize you. Is the one we love ever truly ours? Are kisses and hugs anything but the efforts of a beautiful desperation? Even when I hold you in my arms, I'm still looking for you, you're never mine, because I always want you, and because I want the impossible and the infinite in you.
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Author
Anatole FranceAll Translations
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Everything that lives is too mysterious. And you, my dear, remain for me an eternal riddle, the meaning of which hides the joys of life and the horrors of death. Don't be afraid to give yourself to me. I will always long for you and I will never recognize you. Is the one we love ever truly ours? Are kisses and hugs anything but the efforts of a beautiful desperation? Even when I hold you in my arms, I'm still looking for you, you're never mine, because I always want you, and because I want the impossible and the infinite in you.
""Minden, ami él, az túlságosan is titokzatos. S te, kedvesem, számomra örök talány maradsz, amelynek értelme az élet gyönyöreit és a halál borzalmait rejti magában. Ne félj attól, hogy odaadod magadat nekem. Mindig vágyni fogok rád, és sohasem foglak kiismerni. Vajon valóban a miénk-e valaha is az, akit szeretünk? Vajon másvalami-e a csók és az ölelés, mint egy gyönyörűséges kétségbeesés erőfeszítése? Még amikor karjaimba szorítlak, akkor is kereslek, sohasem vagy az enyém, mert mindig kívánlak téged, s mert benned a lehetetlent és a végtelent kívánom."