Lost In Translation

“...And let your desire, deep like the shade of a walnut tree, bend and flood us with your lavish hair from the down of the kiss to the leaves of the heart.”

“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.

“Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical disguise.”

“Cherish those people who have the ability to touch you and still be thousands of miles from your presence.”

“I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.”

“This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

“Ten thousand cars, ten thousand trains There are ten thousand roads to run away...”

“We never stop loving silently those we once loved out loud.”

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where are you…and what am I supposed to be doing? I Love you…My soul is yours. I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there with you.”

"[Blue] is a word. Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself...Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating...But there are other ways to understanding..."

“I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it’s about to end.

“I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

“ You loved me the other day. You wanted me to sit beside you…Didn’t I feel it- didn’t I know? There’s something between us - a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you.“

“This is a roadside attraction,…One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.”

“You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.”