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

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.