- Alexandre: Why, mother, nothing happens as we wish? Why? Why does one have to rot in silence torn between pain and desire? Why did I live my life in exile. Tell me mother, why can't one learn to love?
- Alexandre: I know that one you will leave. The wind pushes your eyes away but today give me this day as if it was the last.
- Alexandre: My only regret, Anna - but is it only one? - is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there.
- Alexandre: All passed by so quickly. This suspect pain... my stubbornness to want to learn,to want to know... then the darkness... the silence around me... the silence. All made me believe that before the end of winter with the ethereal silhouettes of the boats,and their sudden breakthroughs in the sky, with the lovers along the promenade,in the declining sun, and the hypocritical promise of the spring, all made me believe that before the end of winter... My only regret, Anna... but is it only one?... is not to have finished anything. I left it all as a draft, shattered words here and there.
- The Child: Hey Selim! What a pity you can't be with us tonight. Hey Selim! I'm scared Selim. The sea is so big. What awaits for us in the place where you're going, Selim? Where does the place where we'll all go look like? Mountains or cliffs, police men or soldiers, we never quailed. All I can see is the sea, now, the endless sea. At night I saw my mother in front of her door, with tears on her face. It was Christmas, the bells were ringing. The mountain was full of snow. If only you were here to talk to us about all those ports: Marseille or Naples, and about the vast world. Hey Selim talk to us about the vast world. Hey Selim talk, talk to us. Hey Selim, hey Selim...
- Alexandre: Why did I only felt at home... when I was able to speak my own language? My own language, when I could find the lost words... or bring the forgotten words out of silence. Why only then I could hear the echo of my own footsteps in the house?