Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.

Love is the mystery of water and a star.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

And I, infinitesima l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.