I can’t see you, but I know you’re here. I feel it. You’ve been hanging around since I got here.
I wish I could see your face. Just look into your eyes and tell you how good it is to be here. Just to touch something. See that’s cold; that feels good. Or to smoke. Have coffee. Or if you do it together, that’s fantastic. Or to draw. You know, you take a pencil and you make a dark line, then you make a light line and together it’s a good line. Or when your hands are cold and you rub them together. See that’s good, that feels good. There’s so many good things, but you’re not here. I’m here. I wish you were here. I wish you could talk to me...cuz I’m a friend. Compañero.”
(Peter Falk az angyalhoz a virslis előtt; Berlin felett az ég, 1987)