Love is the mystery of water and a star.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

I need the sea because it teaches me

Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

Hands make the world each day.