Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying...and every day on the balcony of the sea wings open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning.

Give me silence$$$ water$$$ hope<br>Give me struggle$$$ iron$$$ volcanoes.

Love is the mystery of water and a star.

A book$$$<br>a book full<br>of human touches$$$<br>of shirts$$$<br>a book<br>without loneliness$$$ with men<br>and tools$$$<br>a book<br>is victory.

Sometimes I get up at dawn$$$ and even my soul is wet.

And our problems will crumble apart$$$ the soul<br>blow through like a wind$$$ and here where we live<br>will all be clean again$$$ with fresh bread on the table.

In love$$$ you have loosened yourself like seawater.

I love all things$$$ not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble$$$ spurs$$$ plates$$$ flower vases.....

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don't need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

I walked around as you do$$$ investigating<br>the endless star$$$ and in my net$$$ during the night$$$<br>I woke up naked$$$ the only thing caught$$$ a fish trapped inside the wind.