We must dream our way.

“The birds of night peck at the first starsthat flash like my soul when I love y…”

“Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor y es ta…”

“If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd…”

“I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaque pure sub…”