In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.
I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.
And it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, we will, come to be.
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.
And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.