Erich Maria Remarque. The shelter of dreams (№ 77795)

On one faded piece of paper was written: "my Dear, I'm not me, and the breath of breeze, a flower in the dew, evening dream. Pigeons are even more gullible than like know. They sit on my shoulders and peck the crumbs from my lips. My dear, I wander, as in a dream, Oh no! Everything to do with you, it's life, everything that happens without you, it's a dream. Darling, I am not me, I am You, sobbing from happiness."