I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

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

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.