“I put my headout of my window and seehow much the wind’s knifewants to slice it off.On this unseenguillotine, I’ve placedthe eyeless headof all my desires.”

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

“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.”

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

“In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.A heart. And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale.A nightingale. (Soul,turn orange-colored.Soul,turn the color of love.) In the vivid morningI wanted to be myself.A heart. And at the evening's endI wanted to be my voice.A nightingale. Soul,turn orange-colored.Soul,turn the color of love.- Ditty of First Desire”