Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish..

Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessnes….

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread..

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything..

Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude..

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 Ven….

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life..

Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it..

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye..

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world?.

O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower..

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash o….

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness..

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins..

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that com….

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your….

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say..

La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.).

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my deare….

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog ….