Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

His vision was just outstanding. If you think of him in the same way as Pele then you would come close.

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

Poetry is a verdict rather than an intention.

You have to keep cracking yourself open or you become a parody of yourself.

I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery...

a kite is a victim you are sure of. you love it because it pulls.