Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

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

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

I am made of earth, and my song made of words.