Hay Algo Más Tonto En La Vida

I Say Love, And The World Populates Itself With Doves.

I'm Not Me But Living Matter Fermenting And Forming Its Own Shapes In The Fruitfulness Of Every Day.

As Slippery As Smooth Grapes, Words Exploding In The Light Like Dormant Seeds Waiting In The Vaults Of Vocabulary, Alive Again, And Giving Life: Once Again The Heart Distills Them.

If Nothing Saves Us From Death, At Least Love Should Save Us From Life

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.