“Your house sounds like a train at midday,the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .”

“In you is the illusion of each day.You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.You undermine the horizon with your absence.Eternally in flight like the wave.”

“And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.”

“White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soulYou live again in time, slender and silent.”

“Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.”

“Like a jar you housed infinite tendernessAnd the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.”

“Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it,comes and shouts with no mouth,with no tongue,with no throat.Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.”