my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

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

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.