“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.”

“(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands”

“When I write, I can be heard. And known. But nobody has to look at me. Nobody has to see me at all.”

“Knowing yourself means knowing, first, what it is to be a person; secondly, knowing what it is to be the kind of person you are; and thirdly, knowing what it is to be the person you are and nobody else is. Knowing yourself means knowing what you can do; and since nobody knows what they can do until they try, The only clue to what man can do is what man has done. The value of history, then, is that it teaches us what man has done and thus what man is.”

“I don't know what to say to her. All I know is, I ain't saying it. And I know she ain't saying what she want a say either and it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation.”

“Nobody has a good name in a bad mouth. Nobody has a good name in a silly mouth either. ”