Poetry is an act of peace.
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.
Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?
Love is a clash of lightnings
In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.
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.