«Ask me what it takes to be a poet: / Staying true to life's distorted angles, / Strike your tender skin with welts and only / Then caress a stranger's soul with anguish. Ask me what it means to be a poet — / Sing about the freedom, tell your story. / If a nightingale repeats its warble ...»
«Darling, darling, / I'm sick and entrenched in sickness, / Cannot tell you if this pain has come from within. / Maybe an empty wind / Is whistling over the bleak land, / Or my brain's falling off, / Like a stray leaf, from alcohol's stream. My head is just flapping its ears, / Like bi...»
«Вар'яты! Я сама не ведаю, / Не ведаю я, куды іду — / Да абрыву чорнаму блукаючы, / Да апошняй згубы, ці да рая / Я вас з сабою прывяду. / Якая дзікая ўпартасць / Звяза...»
«Espérame y yo volveré / pero espérame mucho. / Espérame cuando las tristes lluvias lleguen / y cuando el calor llegue, no dejes de esperar. / Espérame cuando ya nadie espere / y el ayer se haya olvidado ya. / Espérame aún cuando de lejos / mis cartas no lleguen más. / Espéra...»