i'll tell you about despair.

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

cuando sea grande quiero ser poeta.

porque no esta padre que sean las palabras de otros las que digan lo que yo quiero decir.