We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

I am made of earth, and my song made of words.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

De pronto no puedo decirte lo que yo te debo decir, hombre,perdóname; sabrás que aunque no escuches mis palabras no me eché a llorar ni a dormir y que contigo estoy sin verte desde hace tiempo y hasta el fin. I can't just suddenly tell you what I should be telling you, friend, forgive me; you know that although you don't hear my words, I wasn't asleep or in tears, that I am with you without seeing you for a good long time and until the end.