But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

Julieta, la noche no es un momento, pero un momento puede durar toda la noche.

Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems of Lorca.

Una pausa en mi escritura para ver que vuelve a ser madrugada, que sigues en el firmamento. Que no mueres, auque te maten. Federico…

Quixote shines from Lorca and Picasso, From Dalí and El Greco, From the gloomy ‘View of Toledo.’ He was born before Cervantes.