I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. - Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

"Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."

"It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me."

"I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

"I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

"Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido."