Love Is Short, But Forgetting Is Long.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

I Built Up These Lumber Piles Of Love, And With Fourteen Boards Each I Built Little Houses, So That Your Eyes, Which I Adore And Sing To, Might Live In Them. Now That I Have Declared The Foundations Of My Love, I Surrender This Century To You: Wooden Sonnets That Rise Only Because You Gave Them Life.

I Stroll Along Serenely, With My Eyes, My Shoes, My Rage, Forgetting Everything.

Day-colored Wine, Night-colored Wine, Wine With Purple Feet Or Wine With Topaz Blood, Wine, Starry Child Of Earth.

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?