Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.

I Need The Sea Because It Teaches Me

I Love You Without Knowing How, Or When, Or From Where. I Love You Simply, Without Problems Or Pride: I Love You In This Way Because I Do Not Know Any Other Way Of Loving But This, In Which There Is No I Or You, So Intimate That Your Hand Upon My Chest Is My Hand, So Intimate That When I Fall Asleep Your Eyes Close.

Sometimes A Piece Of Sun Burned Like A Coin In My Hand.

Joyful, Joyful, Joyful, As Only Dogs Know How To Be Happy With Only The Autonomy Of Their Shameless Spirit.