Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

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

There is no space wider than that of grief.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

But when I call for a hero, out comes my lazy old self; so I never know who I am, nor how many I am or will be. I'd love to be able to touch a bell and summon the real me, because if I really need myself, I mustn't disappear.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

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