Only A Burning Patience Will Lead To

De Pronto No Puedo Decirte Lo Que Yo Te Debo Decir, Hombre,perdóname; Sabrás Que Aunque No Escuches Mis Palabras No Me Eché A Llorar Ni A Dormir Y Que Contigo Estoy Sin Verte Desde Hace Tiempo Y Hasta El Fin. I Can't Just Suddenly Tell You What I Should Be Telling You, Friend, Forgive Me; You Know That Although You Don't Hear My Words, I Wasn't Asleep Or In Tears, That I Am With You Without Seeing You For A Good Long Time And Until The End.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

Conspirators In Pajamas Who Exchange Deep Kisses For Passwords.

For Me Writing Is Like Breathing. I Could Not Live Without Breathing And I Could Not Live Without Writing.