The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth. Farther away and nearer still, still ….

I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge..

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping..

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done..

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays ….

I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen..

There is no insurmountable solitude..

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my ar….

It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you wer….

There is no space wider than that of grief..

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit..

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the ch….

Hands make the world each day..

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin..

And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I ….

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood..