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Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
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I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
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Love! Love until the night collapses!
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Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
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