Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land