To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads
My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.
