Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater

I move in the university of the waves.