I open my eyes. I want to know: what is in the abyss of a kiss? Are stars born in these black caves that house bated breaths and unspoken words? Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks to greet one another by ivory gates? What happens when we kiss? Where do you go? Donβt tell me. For I have lost my desire to know. Kiss me so that I forget myself. I close my eyes and fall in the abyss.
Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.
Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you.
Do not give them a candle to light the way, teach them how to make fire instead. That is the meaning of enlightenment.
Forget your voice, sing! Forget your feet, dance! Forget your life, live! Forget yourself and be!