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"Thinking about her at your room"

"The windows of my room Open to the moment When you will arrive"

"Imagining being with you in my lonely time"

"Fairies live far from here, Near the blue spring of light, At the end of the dark night"

"I am hiding my emotion beyond my face, but you know"

"The secret was revealed But nobody understood The secret remained a secret."

"We are the ones who tie ourselves to constraints."

"The key To the prison door Is in the prisoner's pocket And the prison Is in his mind."

"They try to limit you, but you proceed with love"

"In this dead-end They smell your mouth To find out if you have told someone: I love you. They smell your heart. These are strange times, my dear And they flog Love At the roadblock."

" we are happy for Vida's birthday"

"Vida's birthday is coming up, and everyone is happy. That's life in its bright light."

"We need to see Vida happy"

"Vida is laughing, and that's all the need so far"

"Vida's eyes are joyful"

"Vida will run this world, with joy in her eyes"

"We love Vida to be happy"

"Vida will laugh to your stories, that's all you need for today, that's all"

"Vida is brave, and that's all matter in this world"

"Vida is courageous at heart. Who said that's not all you want for this evening, and not a moon in the sky?"

" I am telling everyone that I love you"

"A secret was with me; I told the mountain. A secret was with me; I told the well. On the lengthy path, Alone and lonesome, I told the black horse I told the stones…  With my old secret At last I arrived. I uttered no words You uttered no words; I was shedding tears You were shedding tears. Then I sealed my lips You read from my eyes..."

"I am thinking about you in the middle of night and it warms my heart"

"Never has been my heart, I think, So crimson and warm: At the worst seconds Of this deadly night, I feel, Thousands of founts of sun Spout with certitude in my heart. In every corner Of this salt-desert of despair, Thousands of vivacious woods, I feel, Grow sudden out of ground. You! My lost certitude! You runaway fish! Slipping in and out Of lakes of mirror! A filtering pond am I; Now with the sorcery of love, Seek a way towards I From the lakes of mirror! Never has been my hand, I think, This gay and grand: With a waterfall of crimson tear in my eye I feel, Breathes a dusk-less sun of an anthem. In every vein of mine With every beat of my heart, I feel, Chimes now the awakening of a caravan. She entered through the door one night Nude as the water’s soul; Her breasts: two fish, Hands, holding a mirror, Her hair: moss-smelling, Twisted as moss. At the threshold of despair, Cried I: “My found certitude! Of you, I will not let go of you.”"

"I am walking with your dream in the streets."

"On a moon-lit night Moon is in my dream It takes me with it Alley to alley, Into the vineyards Into the plum trees. Valley to valley Meadow to meadow Behind the thickets Where a night fairy Fearing and trembling Steps into the spring; Her unruly hair She begins combing… On a moon-lit night Moon is in my dream It takes me to the End of that valley Where at night, the sole Weeping willow tree With her grace and charm Stretches out her hand So that drips a star Like a raining drop, Hanging from her branch Instead of her crop… On a moon-lit night Moon is in my dream It takes me with it Out of the prison Like a little moth Into the dark night. It takes me where the Martyrs of the town With lanterns of blood * In the squares and streets Cry until the dawn: “Hey! Mr. Uncle! Mr. vengeful man! Are you drunk or dry?! Wakened or asleep?!” We are drunk and not Martyrs of our town! Asleep and awake Martyrs of our town! In the end one night Moon will be rising Over that mountain Over the valley And into the square, Passing happily. One night moon will come… One night moon will come…"

"They attempt to convince you that love is insufficient to attain your freedom, but you persistently resist day and night."

"They sniff your breath lest you have said: I love you. They sniff your heart-- (such strange times, my sweet) and they flog love at every checkpoint. We must hide love in the backroom. In the cold of this dead-end crooked road they stoke their pyres with our poems and songs. Don’t risk thinking, for these are strange times, my sweet. The man who beats at the door in the nadir of night, has come to kill the lamp. We must hide light in the backroom. Those are butchers in passageways with their chopping blocks and bloodies cleavers. (Such strange times, my sweet) They carve smiles off faces and sever songs from mouths. We must hide pleasure in the back room. Canaries are barbequed on flames of lilies and jasmines… (such strange times, my sweet) and the devil, drunk on victory, feasts at the table set for our wake. We must hide God in the back room"

"I will stay strong"

"Before being turned to ashes by the wrath of the thunderbolt, he had forced the steer of the tempest to kneel before his might. To test the faith of old he had worn out his teeth on the locks of ancient gates. On the most out-of-the way paths he struggled, an unexpected passer-by whose voice every thicket and bridge recognized."

"I am not afraid of death and looking to live this life fully"

"I have never feared death Even though Its hands were more fragile Than banality. I dread, however, to die In a land where The grave digger's wages Exceed the price of human freedom. Looking for, Discovering, Choosing freely, And transforming one's essence Into a fortress. If the price of death is higher than all that, I deny, in absolute terms, To have ever feared death."

"You love make me calm"

"My imagination Has been invited to the Manhattan marathon To run to the edge of the city Chasing your scent And at the end of imagination's path Behind a window that each day Embraces the golden image of your sleep To find rest"

"You are filling my dream"

"Who are you that I so trustingly confide my name to hand the keys of my home to share the bread of my joy with sit by whose side at whose knees and so peacefully sleep? Who are you that I so solemnly linger with in the country of my dreams?"

"Your love is familar with me and knows my every secret"

"Tears are a mystery Smiles a mystery Love a mystery The tears of that night were the smile of my love. I am not a tale to be told Not a sound to be heard Not a song to be sung Or something that you can see Or something that you can know I am Common Pain Cry me out! The tree speaks with the woods The weed with the fields The star with the galaxy And I speak with you Tell me your name Give me your hand Speak me your words Give me your heart And spoken for all through your lips I have discovered your depths And your hands are familiar with mine. I have wept in blazing solitude with you For the sake of the living And have sung the most beautiful of songs In the darkest of graveyards For the dead of this year Were the most loving of the living. Give me your hand Your hands know me Oh you found-at-last, I speak with you The cloud with the storm The rain with the sea The weed with the fields The bird with spring And the tree that speaks with the woods For I have discovered your depths For my voice is Intimate with yours."

" I am going to say that I love you while it is hard"

"This letter keeps getting returned, even after a hundred times Each time, It runs out of postage From the weight of the buds That have blossomed In place of the kisses left on this letter. It never Weighs the right amount. Maybe this letter Shouldn't have been sent."