From your face, springs manifest a firmness in the world.

Every stranger I pass seems like an ally, even now, going past your street.

There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of love.

I thought that life was radiant because of you.

When the wounds of your memory begin to heal, I find some excuse to think of you

Each time she stitches a voice to her lips the air is scattered with another son

Except for your eyes, what remains in the world?

What else is there in the world but for the beauty of your eyes.