Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.