You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

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

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

You are like nobody since I love you.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.