By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.....

How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

Love is a clash of lightnings

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

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.

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

I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

En el amor, como agua del mar te has desatado. (In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater)

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

We must dream our way.

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.

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

Each hour, Each day

I need the sea because it teaches me

A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.