From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
I am made of earth, and my song made of words.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.
so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.