I need the sea because it teaches me

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.