En la bandera de la libertad bordé el amor más grande de mi vida. - Federico García Lorca

Today in my heart
a vague trembling of stars,
but my way is lost
in the soul of the mist.
Light lops my wings.

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

- New Heart

Small unhurt sorrows approach the hospitals
and every day the dead take off a suit of blood.
The architectures of frost,
the lyres and moans that escape the tiny leaves
in autumn, soaking the final slopes,
died out in the blackness of felt hats.