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

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.

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

You are like nobody since I love you.

Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.

Under your skin the moon is alive.