No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he’d keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

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.

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.