As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.

The day we stop resisting our instincts, we'll have learned how to live.

...I am the immense shadow of my tears

The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.

Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders.

I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.