Quien cae en ella se hace nube. Pueden calmar la sed en una orilla. Y en otra devorar al sediento,. Tu fluir sonriente y tu embestida nocturna. Sabes desprenderte de los árboles. Y sostenerte en el aire hasta encontrar otro verdor. Hueles al color de las tardes felices. Llevas en el plumaje una historia. De lunas rojas, besos sangrientos. Y aladas manzanas cuyo latir. Manos como estas que hoy te despiden.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011. And only the sea responded. With the instant and avid. Through the chaos of water,. Like a fish that escapes. Far, far away against the drift. To a horizon of darkness. Where breeze is cool as mint. Translated by David Horacio Rosales Rojas. Posted by David Horacio Rosales Rojas. Monday, April 4, 2011. Where are you going, mister? What does it mean? .

As soon as the bell rang my friend and I jumped off of our seats, but all the others had already rushed towards the door. We had to wait until they fought their way out of the classroom, because the other big, fat kids were very heavy to push and very mean to mess with. 8212; until we found a lonely hallway. 8220;And who is he? We were.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees. For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain. Are moving across the landscapes,. Over the prairies and the deep trees,. The mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,.