Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!

We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth

or we climb to the snow’s edge with the voices of dead dahlias.

But there is no oblivion; no dream:

only flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths

in a tangle of new veins,

and those who hurt will hurt without rest

and those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders.

— Federico García Lorca