Today Is Today, And Yesterday Is Gone.

Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So Long.

I Want To Do For You What The Spring Does For The Cherry Trees

Sometimes A Piece Of Sun Burned Like A Coin In My Hand.

I Don’t Love You As If You Were The Salt-rose, Topaz Or Arrow Of Carnations That Propagate Fire: I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are Loved, Secretly, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

Death Is The Stone Into Which Our Oblivion Hardens.