The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.

The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails.

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

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

A poet must be a professor of the five senses and must open doors among them.

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.