I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
A world of made is not a world of born
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough
love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.