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Hercules at the Feet of Omphale by Édouard Joseph Dantan (1874)
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Tu sarai le mie radici
e io sarò la tua ombra,
anche se il sole brucia le mie foglie.
Tu estinguerai la mia sete
e io ti nutrirò di frutti,
sebbene il tempo porti via il mio seme.
E quando sarò perduto e non potr�� dire nulla di questa terra,
tu mi darai speranza.
E la mia voce la udirai sempre.
E la mia mano l’avrai per sempre.
Perchè io ti darò rifugio.
Io ti conforterò.
E anche quando di noi non resterà più nulla,
anche nella morte,
io mi ricorderò di te.
Mark Z. Danielewski

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"Kiyo, what would you do if all of a sudden I weren't here any more?' Satoko asked, her words coming in a rushed whisper.
This was a long-standing trick of Satoko's for disconcerting people. Perhaps she achieved her effects without conscious effort, but she never allowed the slightest hint of mischief into her tone to put her victim at ease. Her voice would be heavy with pathos at such times, as though confiding the gravest of secrets.
Although he should have been inured to this by now, Kiyoaki could not help asking: 'Not here any more? Why?'
Despite all his efforts to indicate a studied disinterest, Kiyoaki's reply betrayed his uneasiness. It was what Satoko wanted.
'I can't tell you why,' she answered, deftly dropping ink into the clear waters of Kiyoaki's heart..."
- Yukio Mishima, "Spring Snow"
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