The human crowd has been the lesson of my life. I can come to it with the born timidity of the poet, with the fear of the timid, but once I am in its midst, I feel transfigured. I am part of the essential majority, I am one more leaf on the great human tree.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.”

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

In your life my infinite dreams live.

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.

Love is short, forgetting is so long.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride.

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

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to me.