Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz or the arrow of the carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

If each day falls inside each night,There exists a wellwhere clarityis imprisoned.We need to sit on the rimof the well of darknessand fish for fallen light,with patience.“Si cada día cae/If each day falls"EI MAR Y LAS CAMPANAS. The Sea and The Bells.

Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.

Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.