At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?

Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?

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

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.