Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning.

The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker.

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.