It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.