The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.
Love is a clash of lightnings
Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.