The World Is Alive And No Living

When I Was Done Traveling, I Returned Convinced Of One Thing: We're Nothing.

In Some Lost Fold Of The Past, We Wanted To Be Lions And We're No More Than Castrated Cats

It's Strange How Things Happen, Mauricio Silva, Known As The Eye, Always Tried To Escape From Violence Even At The Risk Of Being Considered A Coward, But The Violence, The Real Violence, Can't Be Escaped, At Least Not By Us, Born In Latin America In The 1950s, Those Of Us Who Were Around Twenty Years Old When Salvador Allende Died.

Poetry Is The One Thing That Isn't Contaminated, The One Thing That Isn't Part Of The Game.

Dreams Fade With Morning Light, Never A Morn For Thee, Dreamer Of Dreams, Goodnight.