I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

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

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.