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

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?

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