“Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit,nor in the air, nor in our lives,nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.The genuine pain that keeps everything awakeis a tiny, infinite burnon the innocent eyes of other systems.”

“Today in my hearta vague trembling of starsand all roses areas white as my pain.”

“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.”

“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've often lost myself,in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake”

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

“If blue is dreamwhat then innocence?What awaits the heartif Love bears no arrows?”