You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that’s why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

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

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.