I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

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

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.