The airpregnant with rainbowsshatters its mirrorsover the grove.
In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.A heart. And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale.A nightingale. (Soul,turn orange-colored.Soul,turn the color of love.) In the vivid morningI wan...
I sing your restless longing for the statue,your fear of the feelings that await you in the street.I sing the small sea siren who sings to you,riding her bicycle of corals and conches.But above all I...
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world
I alone with my undiscovered love,without heart, without tears,towards the skies’ impossible roofwith a huge sun to console me.
Estás aquí bebiendo mi sangre, bebiendo mi humor de niño pesado, mientras mis ojos se quiebran en el viento con el aluminio y las voces de los borrachos. Déjame pasar la puerta donde Eva come hormigas...
En la bandera de la libertad bordé el amor más grande de mi vida.
Casida of the Dark DovesIn the branches of the laurel treeI saw two dark dovesOne was the sunand one the moonLittle neighbors I saidwhere is my grave — In my tail said the sunOn my throat said the moo...
Caracola They’ve bought me a shell. It sings insidea sea on a map.My heartfills up with waterwith a little fishshadow & silver.They’ve brought me a shell.
My voice is stained with bloody light,and I see irises dry upat its touch;in my songI wear the fineryof a white-faced clown. Love,sweet Love, hidesunder a spider. The sun,another spider, hides meunder...
You can't look at yourselfin the ocean.Your looks fall apartlike tendrils of light.Night on earth.
Un pájaro de papel en el pecho dice que el tiempo de los besos no ha llegado.
Tu desdén era un dios, las quejas mías momentos y palomas en cadena.
The he-lizard is crying.The she-lizard is crying.The he-lizard and the she-lizardwith little white aprons.Have lost without wanting totheir wedding ring.Ah, their little leaden wedding ring,ah, their...
The dreadful nostalgia for a wasted life,the fatal feeling that you were born too late,or the restless hope for an impossible morning with the nearby restlessness of the flesh's ache
Quiero dormir un rato,un rato, un minuto, un siglo;pero que todos sepan que no he muerto;que haya un establo de oro en mis labios;
Por eso no levanto mi voz, viejo Walt Whítman,contra el niño que escribenombre de niña en su almohada,ni contra el muchacho que se viste de noviaen la oscuridad del ropero,ni contra los solitarios de...
Mira el ansia, la angustia de un triste mundo fósil que no encuentra el acento de su primer sollozo.
Memento Cuando yo me muera enterradme con mi guitarra bajo la arena. Cuando yo me muera, entre los naranjos y la hierbabuena. Cuando yo me muera, enterradme, si queréis, en una veleta. ¡Cuando yo me m...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins. The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream, and t...