Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.

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

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?