I Hunger For Your Sleek Laugh And

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?

Whom Can I Ask What I Came To Make Happen In This World?

Nobody Can Claim The Name Of Pedro, Nobody Is Rosa Or María, All Of Us Are Dust Or Sand, All Of Us Are Rain Under Rain. They Have Spoken To Me Of Venezuelas, Of Chiles And Paraguays; I Have No Idea What They Are Saying. I Know Only The Skin Of The Earth And I Know It Has No Name.

Give Me Silence, Water, Hope Give Me Struggle, Iron, Volcanoes.

You Are Like Nobody Since I Love You.