I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?