But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads
My head is full of fireand grief and my tongueruns wild, piercedwith shards of glass.
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.
At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, and death alone
…And my heart openedlike a flower under sky,its petals of desire,its stamens of dreams…
Look at the longing, the anguish of a sad fossil world / that cannot find the accent of its first sob.
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
Don’t ask me any questions. I’ve seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.
A confused labyrinth of smoky starsentangles my hopes,which are nearly faded
Yo me salgo desnudo a la calle,maduro de versos perdidos.I step naked into the streetripe with lost poems.