Diablitos He visto cómo preparaba su condición el oportuno, su coartada el arribista, sus redes la rica barata, sus inclusiones el poeta. Yo jugué con el papél limpio frente a la luz todos los días. Yo soy obrero pescador de versos vivos y mojados que siguen saltando en mis venas. Nunca supe urdir los menesteres del intrínseco jactancioso o del perverso intrigador, y no es propaganda del bien lo que estoy diciendo en mi canto: sino que no lo supe hacer, y le pide excusas a todos: déjenmen solo con el mar: yo nací para pocos peces.

Little Devils I have seen how prepared the opportunist his lifestyle, the upstart his alibi, the rich miser his nets, the poet his boundaries. I played with clean paper in full light every day. I am a worker-fisherman of living wet verses that keep leaping in my veins. I never knew how to do anything else never knew how to contrive the tools of the intrinsic braggart or the perverse schemer, and what I say in my song is not benign propaganda: it just that I didn't know how, forgive me: leave me alone with the sea: I was born for a handful of fishes.