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

And it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, we will, come to be.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature.

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.