What I want from life is the delicacy of flowers
attracted by the sun.
A friendly hug
Of shining mornings,
...
My mother, who couldn't read
or write
offered me books as salvation.
She didn't want me to go blind
...
I need painkillers
marijuana, aspirin,
lidocaine, cocaine,
pitu, Novenas da Purificação.
...
What can a poet do
against a firing squad?
There is no time tofear death.
Neither the people, nor the tyrant
...
I Always dream of snakes,
They know
How to sing, have faces, and look like
people,
...
I am latin american, Ah! My eyes
Are in the blue dry green, Snow, cactus of Latin America. I'm from America,
America of sleepless nights,
and proclaimed and coward dictatorships, imperialism,
...
Breakfast! Empty dishes, petals
of stone
before the eyes
of those hungry for bread.
...