You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring..

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash o….

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt..

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her..

The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight.

This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel, we will rejoice. We….

Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry..

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness..

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I h….

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet..

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling withou….

Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange ….

Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made ….

Laughter is the language of the soul..

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair..

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours..

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 ….

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….

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….

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..