Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
I am because you are…you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined.
Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.
Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
I don’t know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Of everything I have seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing: of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
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.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child, hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands….
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 do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
