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.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?