“Тя разкъсва къпинови клонки и остри стъкла, за да рани с любовта си онези, които протягат към нея ръце.”

“My head is full of fireand grief and my tongueruns wild, piercedwith shards of glass.”

“Variación / Variations"El remanso de airebajo la rama del eco.El remanso del aguabajo fronda de luceros.El remanso de tu bocabajo espesura de besos.*The still waters of the airunder the bough of the echo.The still waters of the waterunder a frond of stars.The still waters of your mouthunder a thicket of kisses.”

“Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery.”

“Never let me lose the marvelof your statue-like eyes, or the accentthe solitary rose of your breathplaces on my cheek at night.I am afraid of being, on this shore,a branchless trunk, and what I most regretis having no flower, pulp, or clayfor the worm of my despair.If you are my hidden treasure,if you are my cross, my dampened pain,if I am a dog, and you alone my master,never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your riverwith leaves of my estranged Autumn.”

“Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.”

“In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.”