Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
To harden the earththe rocks took charge:instantlythey grew wings:the rocksthat soared:the survivorsflew upthe lightning bolt,screamed in the night,a watermark,a violet sword,a meteor.The succulentskyhad not only clouds,not only space smelling of oxygen,but an earthly stoneflashing here...
Quien descubre el quién soy descubrirá el quién eres.
I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.
I shivered in thosesolitudeswhen I heardthe voiceofthe saltin the desert.