Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
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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.
Tags: love, dog, devotion, death
And that's how it was, that night, shadow and space, earth and time, something that runs and falls and passes. And that's how all the nights go over the earth, leaving only a vague black odor. A leaf falls, a drop on the earth muffles its sound, the forest sleeps, the waters, the meadows, the bells, the eyes. I hear you and you breathe, my love, we sleep.
Tags: time, life, earth
A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
Tags: poetry, books
Love is a clash of lightnings
Tags: true, spanish, poetry, love, beautiful
And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.
Tags: love
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