La que juzga mi alma por la piel que me arropa/ni siquiera se extiende lo que alcanza su voz. - Julia de Burgos

All the flowers… are open, awaiting my arrival, and they clothe beaches of the most beautiful blue, to receive my life, whole and healthy like before. I want to spend days by the sea, burning myself in the sun like we did in our juvenile days, and to be able to return and see my river, with the same tranquil and yearning eyes as I did when I was its bride.

la masa explotada despierta.

¡Mira que el rico se afianza/donde tu pena se inicia