I Have Never Thought Of My Life

Well, Now If Little By Little You Stop Loving Me I Shall Stop Loving You Little By Little If Suddenly You Forget Me Do Not Look For Me For I Shall Already Have Forgotten You If You Think It Long And Mad The Wind Of Banners That Passes Through My Life And You Decide To Leave Me At The Shore Of The Heart Where I Have Roots Remember That On That Day, At That Hour, I Shall Lift My Arms And My Roots Will Set Off To Seek Another Land

Love Has To Be…flowering Like The Stars, And Measureless As A Kiss.

La Heradera Del Dia Destruida. (the Heiress Of The Destroyed Day.)

Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. I Don't Know, I Don't Know Where It Came From, From Winter Or A River. I Don't Know How Or When.

To Feel The Love Of People Whom We Love Is A Fire That Feeds Our Life.