The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?

The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement.

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop.

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.