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

And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

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

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day.