It’s in my blood this divorce

I don’t care to scroll anymore.

The fact that we can’t avoid all harm to animals is certainly no argument for deliberately exploiting them.

I can’t scroll to a time that I wasn’t madly in love with you.

Sonnet 17 :from memory:

I do not love you as of you were salt rose or topaz
Or the arrow of carnations that 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 like a plant that never blooms
But carries itself in the light of hidden flowers
Thanks to your love, a certain solid fragrance, risen from earth lives darkly in my body.

I do not know 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 when your hand is on my chest it is my hand.
So close that when my eyes close you fall asleep.