I want to look back and see you in the branches. Little by little you turned into fruit.

It was easy for you to rise from the roots, singing your syllable of sap.

Two happy lovers make one bread, a single moon drop in the grass. Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together; waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed.

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 don't know any other way of loving

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss, what lonely wanderings before finding you! Trains now trundle through the rain without me. Spring has yet to come to Taltal.

But you and I, my love, are together, together from our clothes to our bones, together in Autumn, in our water, at our hips, until it's just you together, me together.

Lost in the woods, I snapped off a dark branch and, lifted its murmur, in thirst, to my lips: perhaps the weeping voice of the rain, a shattered bell, or a broken heart.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

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