I offer you a dose of realism and a morsel of irony. Soon, my cigarette to pass the agony!
Die a little more each puff, but it is quite a cigarette kills me, what kills me is theloneliness. The cigar is just a means to forget certain things …
Give me a cigarette and a brandy and all the pleasure you may have. Give me your heart too, just not the part back.
“In some secret place comes the strength to lift the cup, light a cigarette, even smile when someone tells me: ’You are now with the great face’, when I think it would not hurt me less to play an eleventh floor. ”