“I come to make song, after the tears.And even if a choir of mensprayed my tongue with silence,poetry will come, with liberating voice,to make my song fall from the treesand reach the most deeply buried abysses of those tearsthat the child lent me when crying himself into life.Because my infant songis stronger than man’s tears,and it could even conquer merobbing the need of tears from the sun and the wind.”