The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?

Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss which falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of a true love.

Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

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.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.