If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life
It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.
Love is the mystery of water and a star.
Cรณmo se acuerda con los pรกjaros la traducciรณn de sus idiomas?
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.