We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

The poet is a man who manages to be, in his own lifetime, what all men would like to be after their death.

【释义】松柏在严寒的岁末最后凋谢，雄鸡在风雨交加之时依然啼鸣不止。

我首先是个妈妈

Escribir es una forma de resistencia, de mantener viva la memoria.