“The road made wet by the water of Augustshines like it was cut in full moonlight”

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

“sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.”

“The morning is full of stormin the heart of summer.The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye,the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.The numberless heart of the windbeating above our loving silence.Orchestral and divine, resounding among the treeslike a language full of wars and songs.”

“Tie your heart at night to mine, love,and both will defeat the darknesslike twin drums beating in the forestagainst the heavy wall of wet leaves.Night crossing: black coal of dreamthat cuts the thread of earthly orbswith the punctuality of a headlong trainthat pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,to the grip on life that beats in your breast,with the wings of a submerged swan,So that our dream might replyto the sky's questioning starswith one key, one door closed to shadow.”

“They can cut all the flowers, but they can't stop the spring...”

“Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.”