There is no comfort.
you look at the invisible sky but nothing is...

Nobody could visit Pablo Neruda's house
after his death in Isla Negra...

Like a morning star,
She illuminates me...

I extracted heavens from my wrists
a long time ago...

There's something between your humanity and mine
and it reappears when i feel less than i should...

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I am pregnant with different people...

Remember when you said
there was a dream inside my eyes...

I gave her two books.
Both are about miracles and faith...

I hope you talk in poems,
touching my insides with...

There is something between them
and he hates her from wednesday...

Ladies and gentlemen,
here she comes...

Take off my veil
and dress the universe...