Of all fires love is the only inexhaustible one.
Love! Love until the night collapses!
Love, how many roads to reach a kiss.
Love is a journey through waters and stars.
In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
I need the sea because it teaches me.
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
Holding your hips, I hold the wheat in its fields again.
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.