In the faces of men and women I see God. - Walt Whitman

Lo, the unbounded sea, On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails. The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately — below emulous waves press forward, They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam. I

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

Quédate hoy conmigo,
vive conmigo un día y una noche
y te mostraré el origen de todos los poemas.