For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

I move in the university of the waves.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

There is no space wider than that of grief.

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

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.