| Cover design Anna Cole | Biography of poet |
| Arks | |
| He digs, took no lamp with him and it is dark ... | |
| Between the two - he ... | |
| They will bury the child ... | |
| Andreas Vesalius, Padua, 1538 | |
| The toads are croaking in the neighbouring gardens ... | |
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El mundo ... |
The world ... |
| An animal with a thick, white fur ... | |
| He smells the abandoned dog, the rags in the dark ... | |
| The Motorcyclist, Rumble Fish | |
| What canine or petal ... | |
| Short poems | |
| He knows that all light ... | |
| It is not the mouth of hell ... | |
| He is naked and his body is covered with paint ... | |
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¿Dormir y soñar ... |
To sleep and to dream ... |
| A man on a bridge ... | |
| From somewhere, the sound ... | |
| It does not matter in what language one writes ... | |
| She washed herself in the choppy water ... | |
| Before him, the frozen sea ... | |
| The pain does not hurt like pain ... | |
| Outside the night breathes ... | |
| He knocks on the closed door of a house ... | |
| On the remains, the open mouths ... | |
| Naked, destitute, fragile to the point of breaking ... | |
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La cabeza afuer ... |
The head outside ... |
| After the lightning, the thunderclap ... | |
| Ahead, a dark sun waits ... | |
| I do not know - nobody knows? - what ... | |
| Time and again he tried ... | |
| The soul does not measure, does not signify ... | |
| Death, I bring you a gift ... | |
| Whose is the flesh of the fruit ... | |
| The rock grows like the plant grows ... |