My poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.[Mi poesia nacid entre el cerro y el rio, tomé la voz de la Iluvia, se impregno de los bosques tal como la madera.]

Source:Memoirs (1974), (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, ed. 1977), Chapter 8. My Country in Darkness, Page 177
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