Love Is A Clash Of Lightnings

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.

To Feel The Affection That Comes From Those Whom We Do Not Know ... Widens Out The Boundaries Of Our Being, And Unites All Living Things.

I'm Not Me But Living Matter Fermenting And Forming Its Own Shapes In The Fruitfulness Of Every Day.

Sometimes I Get Up At Dawn, And Even My Soul Is Wet.

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.