I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
You are like nobody since I love you.
We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.