Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel, we will rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult. Wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other, not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey — we need our hands to wash with, to make fire.