Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world?

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.