There was something trembling. I like things that tremble.
The laurel leaves of Anaga, the winter nights, his fingers.
Words also tremble. Almost everything that trembles is poetry.
There are people who will never tremble.
The waitress in this bakery cannot tremble.
Neither can my surgeon's hand.
There are people who are not allowed to tremble.
My life is trembling a lot now.
A girl will be born trembling or will have become accustomed to her mother's trembling.
If she is a little sensitive, she will also tremble.
We have an inevitable attached tremor. The answers.
All certainties are built of tremors.
Almost all political leaders have made their country tremble at some time.
When I look at you, I am trembling.
The stone no longer trembles because it has trembled in its erosion and has built itself.
The stone is inside us. Almost no one manages to see the spherical song of their stone.
There was something trembling. The tremor reached the peninsula.
Applause inside the theater, Lorca's foals. That is trembling.
Nocturnal lamps also tremble.
New York carpets and mown fields of Castile tremble.
The boats of the Atlantic south of Lancelot and the feet of our brothers tremble.
Something was trembling. When we said goodbye, something was trembling.
It continued to tremble.
Since then I have lived in a tremor.
I have learned that the mouth trembles, the body trembles.
And these trembling hands are the trembling hands
of every woman in the world.
