I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

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?

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

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