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.
I move in the university of the waves.
To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.
And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
Love has to beโฆflowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.