Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through... - Pablo Neruda

"Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread."

"Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos"

"But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me."

"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."

"Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life."