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.

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 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 my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

sometimes i just wanna be lonely
i don't want to be happy
whats the matter with that!

i hope its not
but if this is the last time,
please come close
i love you with all my heart,
you know I don't want to cry,
i am bad at goodbye
if this is the last time!

when you try your
But you not succeed
when you get what you want
But not what you need
when you feel so tired
But you cant sleep

when you love someone
and it goes to waste
could it be anymore waste