I didn't make long journeys,  my years had roots, were trees  which my heart dressed in leaves  and let them blossom in stone.    I didn't make long journeys.  The people I loved were forests,  my friends were moons and islands,  that my heart thirsted for.    You are my longest journey  You are the night, the day-dream,  my small homeland, my body, my beginning,  you are my land, my breath and air    I didn't make long journeys,  my heart travelled to dreams, to wet sensations  to breathe the mystic world,  and this is enough for me.