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In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.

All one's personality is embedded in gloves and hats after they've been good and used. Show me a glove and I'll tell you the character of its owner.

Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.

Even money, which shines so much, spits sometimes.

But hurry! so united, entwined,
mouths broken by love and soul bitten,
time will find us destroyed

We're all curious about what might hurt us.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.

Look at the longing, the anguish of a sad fossil world / that cannot find the accent of its first sob.

When the moon sails out
with a hundred faces all the same,
the coins made of silver
break out in sobs in the pocket.

A confused labyrinth
of smoky stars
entangles my hopes,
which are nearly faded

Theatre is poetry that rises from the book and becomes human enough to talk and shout, weep and despair

At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.

If I told you the whole story it would never end ... What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.

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

My head is full of fire
and grief and my tongue
runs wild, pierced
with shards of glass.

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno ...

Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.

The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.

Old women can see through walls.

The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen or lost.

Moon like a large stainedglass window that breaks on the ocean.

Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot.

Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery.

The world is a shoulder of dark meat (black flesh of an old mule). And the light is on the other side.

But now I am no longer I,
nor is my house any longer my house.

I'll go to Santiago.
And the banana tree a jellyfish.

The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen.

Air
The air
pregnant with rainbows
shatters its mirrors
over the grove.

The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.

Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?

I denounce everyone
who ignores the other half,
the half that can't be redeemed

The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife.

Seville is a tower full of fine archers ... Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant arrow of her river.

I am the immense shadow of my tears

Death laid its eggs in the wound

The air
pregnant with rainbows
shatters its mirrors
over the grove.

- Air

I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.

My tongue is pierced with glass.

If blue is dream
what then innocence?
What awaits the heart
if Love bears no arrows?

The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along.

In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds.

- New Heart

I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.

Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered.

Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

I want to sleep for half a second,
a second, a minute, a century,
but I want everyone to know that I'm still alive ...

The Great Sadness
You can't look at yourself
in the ocean.
Your looks fall apart
like tendrils of light.
Night on earth.

A dead man in Spain is more alive than a dead man anywhere in the world.

I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

Paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth.

In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me.

Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.

I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering.

Life is laughter amid a rosary of death.

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.

Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night.

Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world.

In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

A poet must be a professor of the five senses and must open doors among them.

Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left! ... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first.

My poetry is a game. My life is a game. But I am not a game.

I've often lost myself,
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake

Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.

Adam & Eve. The serpent cracked the mirror in a thousand pieces, & the apple was his rock.

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain.
You wept over great distances.
My ache was a clutch of agonies
over your sickly heart of sand.

The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh.

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.