I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.