As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

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

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?