There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficul….

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading..

We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses..

This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with so many uncertain names, wit….

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbin….

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.

I love you as one loves certain dark things..

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness..

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly..

The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness..

Is 4 the same 4 for everybody? Are all sevens equal? When the convict ponders the light is it the same light that shines on you?.

Am I allowed to ask my book / whether it's true I wrote it?.

Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I re….

Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul?….

Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in….

From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the t….

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the qu….

I am made of earth, and my song made of words..

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream..

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift ….

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence..