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We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
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You are like nobody since I love you.
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Poetry is an act of peace.
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Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
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My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
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Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
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Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
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For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
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But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
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