"Where is Manrique, where is your master?" - asked his mother once in a while.
"We do not know", his servants answered, "maybe he is in the cloister of the monastrey of La Peña, sitting on the edge of a grave trying to understand some of the words of the dead; or on the bridge and watches the waves of the river passing below its arcs; or he is hunched up on a rock and counts the stars of the sky, follows a cloud with his gaze or watches the will-o'-wisps crossing the surface of the lagoons like a shooting stars.
He will be some place, just not a place where the whole world is."