Nuestro padre se asomó al antepecho.
- ¡Cuando te canses de estar ahí ya cambiarás de idea! - le gritó.
- Nunca cambiaré de idea - dijo mi hermano desde la rama.
- ¡Ya verás, en cuanto bajes!
- ¡No bajaré nunca más!
Y mantuvo su palabra.

That wish to enter into an elusive element which had urged Cosimo into the trees, was still working now inside him unsatisfied, making him long for a more intimate link, a relationship which would bind him to each leaf and twig and feather and flutter.

Thoughtful lightness can make frivolity seem dull and heavy.

Without translation, I would be limited to the borders of my own country. The translator is my most important ally. He introduces me to the world.

An exotic birthplace on its own is not informative of anything.

A classic is a work which persists as a background noise even when a present that is totally incompatible with it holds sway.