Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness.

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

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.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.