“And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?”

“Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.”

“The whole human earth was bleeding.Time, buildings, routes, rain,erase the constellation of the crime,the fact is, this small planethas been covered a thousand times by blood,war or vengeance, ambush or battle,people fell, they were devoured,and later oblivion wiped cleaneach square meter: sometimesa vague, dishonest monument,other times a clause in bronze,and still later, conversations, births,townships, and then oblivion.What arts we have for exterminationand what science to obliterate memory!What was bloody is covered with flowers.Once more, young men, ready yourselvesfor another chance to kill, to die again,and to scatter flowers over the blood.”

“I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

“Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature.”

“Nobody can claim the name of Pedro,nobody is Rosa or María,all of us are dust or sand,all of us are rain under rain.They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,of Chiles and Paraguays;I have no idea what they are saying.I know only the skin of the earthand I know it has no name.”

“Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.I love you still among these cold things.Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsthat cross the sea towards no arrival.I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.I love what I do not have. You are so far.My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.But night comes and starts to sing to me.”