I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day.

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees

You are like nobody since I love you.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

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

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.