The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

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

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.

Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.