Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth.

Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

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 ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you