I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

I will take with me the emptiness of my hands. What you do not have you find everywhere

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

I also think that life itself is both indifferent to us and the source of all of our joys and everything that we love. And it's necessary to accept the one in order to love the other.

I needed my mistakes in their order to get me here