We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.
I love your silences, they are like mine.
I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.