Now that he was near her, this sighing of the human skin took on a dreamlike quality like the spell of the mountains.

Supongo que en una mujer, hasta el odio es una forma del amor.

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

Los viejos tienen la muerte, y los jóvenes el amor, y la muerte viene una sola vez y el amor muchas.