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.

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

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

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning.