How much does the flower taste! It knows how to be white when it is jasmine, purple when it is lily. She knows how to open the cocoon without reserving sweetness for herself, for her eyes or for the bee. Smiling allows her soul to become honey. How much does the flower taste! She knows how to let herself be taken by you, so that you can carry her, promoted, on your chest some night. She knows how to pretend, when the next day you separate her from you, that it is not the pity for your abandonment that withers her. How much does the flower taste! Know the silence; and having such beautiful lips knows how to shut up the 'oh!' and the 'no', and ignore the refusal and the sob. How much does the flower taste! She knows how to give herself, give, give everything she owns to the one who loves her, without asking for more than that: to love her. You know, you simply know, Love. © 1936, Pedro Salinas Dedicated to you, my friend Chris ...