Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.
The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight
Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
Laughter is the language of the soul.
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.