Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

Latin America is very fond of the word "hope." We like to be called the "continent of hope." Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves "candidates of hope." This hope is really something like a promise of heaven, an IOU whose payment is always being put off. It is put off until the next legislative campaign, until next year, until the next century.

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.