Because of you, in gardens of blossomingFlowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.I have forgotten your face, I no

Every day you play

“You are here. Oh, you do not run away.You will answer me to the last cry.Curl round me as though you were

If you forget me

“I want you to knowone thing. You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn

Ode to tomatoes

“The streetfilled with tomatoes,midday,summer,light ishalvedlikeatomato,its juicerunsthrough the streets. In