in the silent night I lost a verse. - Julia de Burgos

I was the quietest one./The voice with almost no echo./The conscience spread in a syllable of anguish,/scattered and tender, through all the silences...I was the quietest one./The one who leapt from earth with no more weapon than a verse./And here you see me, stars,/scattered and tender, with his love in my chest!

Humanamente, y libre,/y distante, y materia/que allá abajo muy hondo/rimaré una canción.

Cantemos desde ahora, que la vida se va