I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?

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

I am made of earth, and my song made of words.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.