As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of ...

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

We must dream our way.

Poetry is an act of peace.

Love is a clash of lightnings

Hands make the world each day.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

In the distance someone is singing.

I was the owner of my own darkness.

The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

I need the sea because it teaches me

There is no insurmountable solitude.

You are like nobody since I love you.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

Laughter is the language of the soul.

I move in the university of the waves.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Love is the mystery of water and a star.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

There is no space wider than that of grief.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

I am made of earth, and my song made of words.

She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater

For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun?

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

I say love, and the world populates itself with doves.

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?

Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.

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