Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

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

You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that’s why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.