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?

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.