❝ When I cannot look at your face, I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters until they found me... ❞

❝ Love came and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and encircled my heart. Everywhere I looked, I saw one thing. Love's name written on my limbs, on my left palm, on my forehead, on the back of my neck, on my right big toe... Oh, my friend, all that you see of me is just a shell, and the rest belongs to love... ❞

It was raining infernally... and us... we're doing love at some mansards. Through the windows of the sky, oval-shaped, the clouds had been flowing in the March's. The walls of the room were agitating behind some sketches in chalk. And our souls were dancing into an unseen, out of a concrete world. "The rain will pour on your wings", you said, "And will rain with lump's ornaments on the whole globe, and through the weather". "Doesn't matter", I was telling you, "Lorelei, it rains only on my flight, with the feather...that's all. Then I rose up higher and higher without knowing in which part of the world I left my room. You've been calling me out from behind: "Answer me, answer me... what's more beautiful...? The people...? The rain...?" It was raining infernally, a total madness of rain... and us, we were doing love, at some mansards. I'd have never wanted it to experience the end... never...

❝ I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?  I have dreamed of you so much that my arms grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body. For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years,  I would surely become a shadow. O scales of feeling. I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up. I sleep on my feet, prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and face of some passerby. I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow tha

❝ Indolent darling, how I love to see the skin of your body so beautiful shimmering like silk! Upon your heavy head of hair with its acrid scents, adventurous, odorant sea with blue and brown waves, like a vessel that awakens to the morning wind, my dreamy soul sets sail for a distant sky. Your eyes where nothing is revealed of bitter or sweet are two cold jewels where are mingled iron and gold to see you walking in cadence with fine abandon. One would say is a snake that dances at the end of the staff under the weight of indolence but your child-like head sways gently to and fro like the head of a young elephant while your body stretches and leans like a slender ship that rolls from side to side and dips its yards in the sea like a stream swelled by the thaw of rumbling glaciers when the water in your mouth rises to the edge of your teeth. It seems as I drink Bohemian wine, bitter and conquering. A liquid sky that spreads stars in my heart!... ❞

❝ Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses, O you, the all my pleasure, O you, the all my treasure! You'll remember the sweetness of our caresses, The peace of the fireside, the charm of the evenings. Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!   The evenings were lighted by the glow of the coals,   The evenings on the balcony, veiled with rose mist;   How soft your breast was to me! how kind was your heart!   We often said imperishable things,   The evenings lighted by the glow of the coals. How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings! How deep space is! how potent is the heart! In bending over you, queen of adored women, I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood. How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings!   The night was growing dense like an encircling wall,   My eyes in the darkness felt the fire of your gaze   And I drank in your breath, O sweetness, O poison!   And your feet nestled softly in my brotherly hands.   The night was growing dense like an encircling wa

« I am. O Anxious One . Don't you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings and whitey fly in circles, around your face. My soul, dressed in silence, rises up and stands alone before you: can't you see? Don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe upon your vision as upon a tree? If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream. But when you want to wake, I am your wish. And I grow strong with all magnificence and turn myself into a star's vast silence above the strange and distant city, — Time. »

❝ Te Amo. Te amo de una manera inexplicable, de una forma inconfesable, de un modo contradictorio. Te amo con mis estados de ánimo que son muchos, y cambian de humor continuamente por lo que ya sabes, el tiempo, la vida, la muerte. Te amo con el mundo que no entiendo, con la gente que no comprende, con la ambivalencia de mi alma, con la incoherencia de mis actos, con la fatalidad del destino, con la conspiración del deseo, con la ambigüedad de los hechos. Aun cuando te digo que no te amo, te amo. Hasta cuando te engaño, no te engaño. En el fondo, llevo a cabo un plan, para amarte mejor. Te amo sin reflexionar, inconscientemente, irresponsablemente, espontáneamente, involuntariamente, por instinto, por impulso, irracionalmente. En efecto, no tengo argumentos lógicos, ni siquiera improvisados para fundamentar este amor que siento por ti que surgió misteriosamente de la nada que no ha resuelto mágicamente nada y que milagrosamente, de a poco, con poco y nada ha mejorado lo peor de mí. Te

❝ It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit in pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own. If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another, to be t

❝ A lover knows only humility. He has no choice. He steals into your alley at night. He has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair. Don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment. He has no choice.    A lover asked his beloved: Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only, for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you, I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power, I am able.    I love myself... I love you.    I love you... I love myself. I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love. Come to settle with me. Let us be neighbors to the stars. You've been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so, you have always been connected to me. Concealed,

❝ I want you to know one thing.  You know how this is:  if I look  at the crystal moon, at the red branch  of the slow autumn at my window,  if I touch  near the fire  the impalpable ash  or the wrinkled body of the log,  everything carries me to you,  as if everything that exists,  aromas, light, metals,  were little boats  that sail  toward those isles of yours, that wait for me.  Well, now,  if little by little you stop loving me  I shall stop loving you little by little.  If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,  for I shall already have forgotten you.  If you think it's long and mad,  the wind of banners  that passes through my life,  and you decide  to leave me at the shore  of the heart where I have roots,  remember  that on that day,  at that hour,  I shall lift my arms  and my roots will set off  to seek another land.  But  if each day,  each hour,  you feel that you are destined for me  with

❝ ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you ❞

« 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. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, So that our dream might reply to the sky's questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow. »

❝ I am fair, O mortals! Like a dream carved in stone,  And my breast where each one, in turn, has bruised himself Is made to inspire the poet in a love As eternal and silent as matter. On a throne in the sky, a mysterious sphinx, I join a heart of snow to the whiteness of swans; I hate movement for it displaces lines, And never do I weep and never do I laugh. Poets, before my grandiose poses, Which I seem to assume from the proudest statues, Will consume their lives in the austere study; For I have, to enchant those submissive lovers, Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful: My eyes, my large, wide eyes of eternal brightness! ❞

start each day and live it in such a way that when you get out of bed, early in the morning, to make the devil say: aw shit, s/he's up

Je fais souvent ce rêv' étrang' et pénétrant D'une femm' inconnue, et que j'aime, et qui m'aime Et qui n'est, chaque fois, ni tout à fait la mêm' Ni tout à fait un' autr', et m'aim' et me comprend. Car elle me comprend, et mon cœur transparent Pour elle seul' hélas ! cesse d'êtr' un problème Pour elle seul', et les moiteurs de mon front blêm', Elle seule les sait rafraîchir, en pleurant. Est-elle brune, blonde ou rouss' ? Je l'ignor. Son nom ? Je me souviens qu'il est doux et sonore Comme ceux des aimés que la Vie exila. Son regard est pareil au regard des statues, Et, pour sa voix lointain' et calme et grav', ell' a L'inflexion des voix chères qui se sont tues.

❝ extinguish my eyes, i'll go on seeing you; seal my ears, i'll go on hearing you; and without feet, i can make my way to you, without a mouth, i can swear your name; break off my arms, i'll take hold of you, with my heart as with a hand; stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat; and if you consume my brain with fire, i'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood ❞

❝ this call, this call for lust echoes inside [echoes inside] this ghost of sin, of skin echoes inside [echoes inside] hours without end losing myself waiting, waiting for your dance echoes inside me [echoes inside me] i could believe the signs you've left a leap of true faith just trying to share the song inside my head  [the song inside my head] oblivion makes a move and i forgot to forget what could be the end, to share i could believe the signs you've left a leap of true faith just trying to share the song inside my head  [the song inside my head] this ghost.... ❞

« perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch, you lift in your hand those others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without in the end your being your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am because you are: it follows from "you are" that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, we will come to be»

❝ Cet amour Si violent Si fragile Si tendre Si désespéré Cet amour Beau comme le jour Et mauvais comme le temps Quand le temps est mauvais Cet amour si vrai Cet amour si beau Si heureux Si joyeux Et si dérisoire Tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir Et si sûr de lui Comme un homme tranquille au milieu de la nuit Cet amour qui faisait peur aux autres Qui les faisait parler Qui les faisait blêmir Cet amour guetté Parce que nous le guettions Traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié Parce que nous l’avons traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié Cet amour tout entier Si vivant encore Et tout ensoleillé C’est le tien C’est le mien Celui qui a été Cette chose toujours nouvelle Et qui n’a pas changé Aussi vrai qu’une plante Aussi tremblante qu’un oiseau Aussi chaude aussi vivant que l’été Nous pouvons tous les deux Aller et revenir Nous pouvons oublier Et puis nous rendormir Nous réveiller souffrir vieillir Nous endormir encore Rêver à la mort, Nous éveiller sourire et rire Et rajeunir