La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)
While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.
To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.