I don't believe in angels but the moon is now dead for me. The last glass of wine is gone before the thirst I'm suffering from. The blue grass lost its way running away from your sails. — Roque Dalton Copy Share Image
I believe the world is beautiful, and poetry, like bread, is for everyone. — Roque Dalton Copy Share Image
You can judge the moral bearing of a political system, a political institution, a political man by the degree of danger they attach to… — Roque Dalton Copy Share Image
“Creo que el mundo es bello que la poesía es como el pan, de todos. I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry,… — Roque Dalton Copy Share Image
“MORALEJA SOBRE EL INSTRUMENTO Cuando el picapedrero ve que se rompe su almágana antes de construir su labor cotidiana piensa en tener un instrumento… — Roque Dalton Copy Share Image
I don't believe in angels but the moon is now dead for me. The last glass of wine is gone before the thirst I'm… — Roque Dalton Copy Share Image
My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the… — Roque Dalton Copy Share Image
