The best of the good people
know that in this life
it’s all a question of proportion;
a little more, a little less …

Don’t be surprised, dear friends,
that my forehead is furrowed.
With men I live at peace, but with my insides
I am at war.

The cricket in his cage
by his tomato
sings, sings, sings.

Pay attention:
a solitary heart
is no heart at all

In my solitude
I have seen very clearly
things that are not true.

Antonio Machado