Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.

We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.