A million electric windows
lit again to the winter beat.

The wish to be in a thousand places,
to experience vicariously diluted lives.

What a big little sorrow for such a little big heart!

What a big little sorrow
for such a little big heart!

Are we on the right track
when we disobey our knotted chests?

Do we win something
when we deprive our senses
of the feast of life in a thousand places?

(translated from another poem in Spanish)