“How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only?For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'? ”

“In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”

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

“Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo?What does autumn go on paying forwith so much yellow money?”

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”

“Si todos los rios son dulcesde donde saca sal el mar?If all rivers are sweetwhere does the sea get its salt?”

“Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.”