Cada vez tengo más deseos, y menos esperanzas. - Federico García Lorca

Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds.

- New Heart

At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.

I will not see it! Tell the moon to come,
for I do not want to see the blood
of Ignacio on the sand. I will not see it!