The Tomato Offers Its Gift Of Fiery

Without Doubt I Praise The Wild Excellence.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.

I Love You Between Shadow And Soul. I Love You As The Plant That Hasn't Bloomed Yet, And Carries Hidden Within Itself The Light Of Flowers. I Love You Without Knowing How, Or When, Or From Where. Because Of You, The Dense Fragrance That Rises From The Earth Lives In My Body, Rioting With Hunger For The Eternity Of Our Victorious Kisses.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

From Sorrow To Sorrow Love Crosses Its Islands And Establishes Roots That Are Watered By Weeping.