so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.

I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.