Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza
He recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation
They had been talking about his friend Z, when she announced
If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him

Even then, her words had left tomas in a strange state of melancholy
And now he realized it was only a matter of chance that tereza loved him and not his friend Z
Apart from her consummated love for tomas
There were, in the realm of possibility
An infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless
We presume our love is what must be
That without it our life would no longer be the same
We feel Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring
Is playing to our own great
Love