The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand.

On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.

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

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.