"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."
"Y por que el sol es tan mal amigodel caminante en el desierto?Y por que el sol es tan simpaticoen el jardin del hospital?And why is the sun such a bad companionto the traveler in the desert?And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?"
"But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me."
"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."
"As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
"Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air."