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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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Poetry is an act of peace.
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Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
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While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
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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.
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I need the sea because it teaches me.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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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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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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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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Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.
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