If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.