Almost invisible

A banker in the brothel of blind women

Bury your face in your hands

Anywhere could be somewhere

Harmony in the boudoir

Clarities of the nonexistent

The minister of culture gets his wish

The old age of nostalgia

Dream testicles, vanished vaginas

The students of the ineffable

The everyday enchantment of music

The buried melancholy of the poet

Ever so many hundred years hence

Exhaustion at sunset

Clear in the September light

You can always get there from here

The gallows in the garden

Love silhouetted by lamplight

The triumph of the infinite

The mysterious arrival of an unusual letter

Poem of the Spanish poet

The enigma of the infinitesimal

A dream of travel

The emergency room at dusk

Once upon a cold November morning

Provisional eternity

The street at the end of the world

The Nietzschean hourglass, or the future's misfortune

An event about which no more need be said

A short panegyric

Hermetic melancholy

A letter from Tegucigalpa

Mystery and solitude in Topeka

There was nothing to be done

No words can describe it

In the afterlife

Futility in Key West

On the hidden beauty of my sickness

With only the stars to guide us

Trouble in Pocatello

Like a leaf carried off by the wind

The social worker and the monkey

Nobody knows what is known

Those little legs and awful hands

Not to miss the great thing

Nocturne of the poet who loved the moon

In the grand ballroom of the new eternity

When I turned a hundred.