Reseña del libro "Trip To America (en Inglés)"
"This night, when the sky will be veiled by darkness, which will swallow Earth, I'll come to you--not in person but in a dream when I'm free as a bird. I'll come to see you, to please my heart regardless of the fact that my heart doesn't matter to you anymore, because it loves you like it did when it still believed in your love. This night, when the world slips into peaceful sleep, when the stars come out to replace the sun, I'll come to you to please my eyes, which still yearn to see you. Put your arms around me, kiss me in your dream, and deceive my heart again, as you did before. Kiss my eyes to make them believe you're the one who you pretended to be. The world without you is called loneliness, and loneliness is soul pain, yearning for you. If just once I could visit you in a dream, to awaken your sleeping heart, to rekindle the fire that used to burn in it, I would be lonely no more."
