I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

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.