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

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.