“I do not love you as if you were salt, rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so
I love you because I know no other way than this:
where “I” does not exist, nor “you,”
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.”
To you, my love.
Looking at this beautiful moon
flowing upon my soul I remember
you from my dreams, my love
my heart finds herself smiling like
a happy child with a wish in the
corner of the lips
I rest in the shining peace
of my moon, moon as blue as
the love in your eyes.