Where does the laughter wander that decorated life/when your heart gathered my sadnesses? - Julia de Burgos

The word can't cope with my load of anguish,/and my exalted pain can't fit in my verse.

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!

tus dos manos ya no vuelvan a alzarme/a recoger del cielo su cosecha de estrellas