A trifle for Catherine I don’t know what love is but perhaps it is something like this: When she come home from abroad and tells me proudly: “I saw a water rat” and I remember these words when I wake up in the night and next day at work and I long to hear her … Continue reading
Une sorte de poème d’amour Qui te désire quand je te désire Qui te caresse quand ma main te cherche ? Est-ce moi ou les vestiges de ma jeunesse ? Est-ce moi ou les prémices de ma vieillesse ? Est-ce ma rage de vivre ou ma peur de la mort ? Et pourquoi mon désir … Continue reading
Without You Not nothing without you but not the same Not nothing without you but perhaps less Not nothing but less and less Perhaps not nothing without you but not much more Ohne dich Nicht nichts ohne dich aber nicht dasselbe Nicht nichts ohne dich aber vielleicht weniger Nicht nichts aber weniger und weniger Vielleicht … Continue reading
Cómo debes ser besado “Cuando te beso, no es sólo tu boca, ni tu ombligo, ni tu regazo lo que yo beso. También beso tus preguntas, y tus deseos, yo beso tus reflexiones, tu incertidumbre, y tu valentía, tu amor por mi, y la libertad que te ofrezco, tu pie, que hasta mi te trajo … Continue reading
I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me. I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting … Continue reading