Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.

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