I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky. and: From the stormy archipelagoes I brought my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, the habitual slowness of natural things: they made up my wild heart.

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

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?