because love cannot always fly without resting, our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea: our kisses head back home where they belong ... Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example the night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance ... Their softness came flying over time, over the sea, over the smoke, over the spring, and when you placed your hands on my chest, I recognized those golden dove wings, I recognized that clay and that color of wheat ... Home