Under your skin the moon is alive.
We must dream our way.
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with: beautiful is the flower of man, his conduct, and every door opens on the beautiful truth and never hides treacherous whispers. I always gained something from making myself better, better than I am, better than I was, that most subtle citation: to recover some lost petal of the sadness I inherited: to search once more for the light that sings inside of me, the unwavering light.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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.
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
In the distance someone is singing.
My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
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.
Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
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