In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
We must dream our way.
Laughter is the language of the soul.
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
I need the sea because it teaches me.
Poetry is an act of peace.
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
Love is a clash of lightnings.
I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses – that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
You make me thank god for every mistake I ever made, Because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.
I touched you and my life stopped.
I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair.
Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.
It’s well known that he who returns never left.
You will fall with me as a stone in the grave.
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.