While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Love is the mystery of water and a star.

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.

Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet.

You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.