“The round silence of night,one note on the staveof the infinite.Ripe with lost poems,I step naked into the street.The blackness riddledby the singing of crickets:sound,that deadwill-o'-the-wisp,that musical lightperceivedby the spirit.A thousand butterfly skeletonssleep within my walls.A wild crowd of young breezesover the river.- Hour of Stars (1920)”

“Here I want to see those men of hard voice. Those that break horses and dominate rivers; those men of sonorous skeleton who sing with a mouth full of sun and flint.”

“The river GuadalquivirFlows between oranges and olivesThe two rivers of GranadaDescend from the snow to the wheatOh my love!Who went and never returnedThe river GuadalquivirHas beards of maroonThe two rivers of GranadaOne a cry the other bloodOh my love!Who vanished into thin air”

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

“I sing your restless longing for the statue,your fear of the feelings that await you in the street.I sing the small sea siren who sings to you,riding her bicycle of corals and conches.But above all I sing a common thoughtthat joins us in the dark and golden hours.The light that blinds our eyes is not art.Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.”

“If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.”

“The night above. We two. Full moon.I started to weep, you laughed.Your scorn was a god, my lamentsmoments and doves in a chain.The night below. We two. Crystal of pain.You wept over great distances.My ache was a clutch of agoniesover your sickly heart of sand.Dawn married us on the bed,our mouths to the frozen spoutof unstaunched blood.The sun came through the shuttered balconyand the coral of life opened its branchesover my shrouded heart.- Night of Sleepless Love”