Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through... - Pablo Neruda

"Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos"

"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,absorbing and thinking, eating each day."

"I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream."

"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."