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Well, Now If Little By Little You Stop Loving Me I Shall Stop Loving You Little By Little If Suddenly You Forget Me Do Not Look For Me For I Shall Already Have Forgotten You If You Think It Long And Mad The Wind Of Banners That Passes Through My Life And You Decide To Leave Me At The Shore Of The Heart Where I Have Roots Remember That On That Day, At That Hour, I Shall Lift My Arms And My Roots Will Set Off To Seek Another Land

We Came By Night To The Fortunate Isles, And Lay Like Fish Under The Net Of Our Kisses.

I Want To See Thirst In The Syllables, Tough Fire In The Sound; Feel Through The Dark For The Scream.

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

With Which Stars Do They Go On Speaking,the Rivers That Never Reach The Sea?