Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

I move in the university of the waves.

Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.

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.