To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

(Pablo Neruda)


Great was that chase with the hounds for the unattainable meaning
of the world.
And now I am ready to keep running
When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death.
– Czesław Miłosz

The Gods are Back

The gods are back, companions. Right now they have just entered this life; but the words that revoke them, whispered underneath the words that reveal them, have also appeared that we might suffer together. – René Char


For though I’m small, I know many things,
and my body is an endless eye
through which, unfortunately, I see everything. – Gloria Fuentes