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 your hand. So close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ------------ Someone who keeps aloof from suffering is not a lover. I choose your love above all else. As for wealth, if that comes, or goes, so be it. Wealth and love inhabit separate worlds. But as long as you live here inside me, I cannot say that I am suffering. ------------ I love the love of sailors to kiss and then leave. They offer a promise, and never return again. At each port a woman waits; the sailors kiss and leave. ------------ In each man who dies, there dies with him his first snow, and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them