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

Never let me lose the marvelof your statue-like eyes, or the accentthe solitary rose of your breathplaces on my cheek at night.I am afraid of being, on this shore,a branchless trunk, and what I most regretis having no flower, pulp, or clayfor the worm of my despair.If you are my hidden treasure,if you are my cross, my dampened pain,if I am a dog, and you alone my master,never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your riverwith leaves of my estranged Autumn.

No pasa nada por fuera. Eso es verdad. […] Pero ni tú ni nadie puede vigilar por el interior de los pechos.

¡Ay, qué terribles cinco de la tarde!.¡Eran las cinco en todos los relojesEran las cinco en sombra de la tarde!

... con tantos encajes pareces una ola y me das el mismo miedo que de niño tuve al mar.

I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’d drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along – and I know I’m drowning – but I go on down.

Gelmek istemiyor gece.. Ne sen gelebiliyorsun o yüzden Ne de ben gidebiliyorum. Ama ben gideceğim. Akrepten bir güneş şakağımı yese de... Ama sen geleceksin. Dilin tuzlu yağmurlarca yakılmış olsa da...

…I went away from your side,in love without knowing it.Now I don’t know how your eyeslook, nor your hands, nor your hair.I know only the butterflyof your kiss on my forehead.

...My voice is stained with bloody light,and I see irises dry upat its touch;in my songI wear the fineryof a white-faced clown. Love,sweet Love, hidesunder a spider. The sun,another spider, hides meunder legs of gold.I will not find my fortune,for I am like Love himself,whose arrows are tears,and whose quiver is the heart...