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

I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads

In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind’s knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I’ve placed the eyeless head of all my desires.

I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake

I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.

The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along.