There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

Whom Can I Ask What I Came To Make Happen In This World? Why Do I Move Without Wanting To, Why Am I Not Able To Sit Still? Why Do I Go Rolling Without Wheels, Flying Without Wings Or Feathers, And Why Did I Decide To Migrate If My Bones Live In Chile?

About Me, Nothing Worse They Will Tell You, My Love, Than What I Told You

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us

I Don't Want To Go On Being A Root In The Dark, Vacillating, Stretched Out, Shivering With Sleep, Downward, In The Soaked Guts Of The Earth, Absorbing And Thinking, Eating Each Day.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.