Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma, Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma...

I've seen wings sprout
From handsomest women's
    shoulders,
Seen butterflies fly out
Of rubbish heaps...

I know that fools are buried
    Splendidly,
with floods of tears,
and that no fruit on earth
is like the graveyard's....