I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

In the distance someone is singing.

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live