Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks, trailing from the heart, cl….

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a….

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 an….

I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold int….

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness..

So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb..

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air..

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?.

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?.

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing..

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed..

Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. ….

Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss..

Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes, two bo….

Love is the mystery of water and a star..

The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and c….

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you..

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics..

I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast..

Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with: beautiful ….

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth..