“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.”
“I am the immense shadow of my tears”
“Pero yo ya no soy yoNi mi casa es ya mi casa.But now I am no longer I,nor is my house any longer my house.”
“The little boy was looking for his voice.(The king of the crickets had it.)In a drop of waterthe little boy was looking for his voice.I do not want it for speaking with;I will make a ring of itso that he may wear my silenceon his little fingerIn a drop of waterthe little boy was looking for his voice.(The captive voice, far away,put on a cricket's clothes.)- The Little Mute BoyTranslated by William S. Merwin”
“I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads”
“If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.”