Love is the mystery of water and a star.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

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.

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

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.