«Wind is singing — / Who, of what? / Sword of eager / To be just swat. / Tenderly, like a favored flower / People cherish their deathday. / On the strings of grandeur, believe me, / The East has started to play. / Maybe the magician from the shining mountains / Will give us new pr...»
«I don’t need so much! / A cup of milk, / And a slice of bread, / And that sky above, / And clouds overhead.»
«The naked freedom is coming / Casting flowers on our hearts / And, keeping in step, with heaven / We talk, having equal rights. / We, soldiers, will strike in a strict way / At stern shields with our hands: / Let the people become the king now, / Forever, in all lands! / Let maidens ...»
«The night is full of constellations. / What advent, what intelligence / of freedom or restraint / shines in your wide pages, book / above me, what fate must I make out / in the wide midnight sky?»