Today Is Today, And Yesterday Is Gone.

Shyness Is A Condition Foreign To The Heart - A Category, A Dimension Which Leads To Loneliness.

In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

Peace Goes Into The Making Of A Poem As Flour Goes Into The Making Of Bread.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

No, My Dog Used To Gaze At Me, Paying Me The Attention I Need, The Attention Required To Make A Vain Person Like Me Understand That, Being A Dog, He Was Wasting Time, But, With Those Eyes So Much Purer Than Mine, He’d Keep On Gazing At Me With A Look That Reserved For Me Alone All His Sweet And Shaggy Life, Always Near Me, Never Troubling Me, And Asking Nothing.