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It is from you that I always come, and always

it is to you that i must return.

"But your name, who,

tell me, who could erase it,

if it can't be read in anything,

if no one has ever written it,

the way I say it,

the way I keep it silent?"

-Pedro Salinas, A reason for love, XXII

"Куда, птицо?..

Шако перја, тачко неба, ..

На мојој глави мирно проведи један дан."

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities of pride;

so I love you because I know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close a I fall asleep."

"I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body."

"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 dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

"Love opened a mortal wound.

in agony, I worked the blade

to make it deeper."

“I shall do one thing in this life - one thing certain - that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.”

"Love and a cough

cannot be concealed.

Even a small cough.

Even a small love."

"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling in at night. I miss you like hell."