I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

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

But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.

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

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.