A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.

The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.

Elephants are contagious.

The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired.

The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing.

The curve of your eyes goes around my heart, A round of dance and sweetness, Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle, And if I don't know any more all that I've lived through It's because I haven't always been seen by you.

You cannot be known Better than I know you.