And an earlier time when the flowers were not stained with blood, the moon with blood clots!
Someday, somewhere -anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?
I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it's own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday.
Love! Love until the night collapses!
Laughter is the language of the soul.
Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you.
You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop...
I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.
I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.
She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.
Love is a clash of lightnings.
You make me thank god for every mistake I ever made, Because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.
Some poems survive it to become poems in another language, he argued, but others refuse to live in any language but their own, in which case the translator can manage no more than a reproduction, an effigy, of the original.
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
I need the sea because it teaches me.
You are like nobody since I love you.
In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
Rise up with me against the organisation of misery.
My eyes were consumed by your loveliness, but you have become my eyes.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases...
Love is the mystery of water and a star.
Sometimes a piece of the sun burned like a coin between my hands.
I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair.
You will fall with me as a stone in the grave.
I love you as one loves certain dark things.
I hold a dramatic and romantic concept of life; What doesn't touch my senses means nothing to me.
I cannot quit your love without dying.
I move in the university of the waves.
Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.
If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.
We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at Silence.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
I touched you and my life stopped.
It's well known that he who returns never left.
The dove signifies the dove and the guitar signifies a musical instrument called the guitar.
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
T]here arises an insight, which the poet must learn through other people. There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
Each hour, Each day.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
The night is starry, and she is not with me. That is all.
Poetry is an act of peace.
Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
I remembered you with my soul clenched.
