Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,... - Pablo Neruda
"Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,in the earth,and that's why the clay and the flower,the mud and the rootsknow your name."
"Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,in the earth,and that's why the clay and the flower,the mud and the rootsknow your name."
"You are like nobody since I love you."
"I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep,downward, in the soaked guts of the earth,absorbing and thinking, eating each day."
"Y por que el sol es tan mal amigodel caminante en el desierto?Y por que el sol es tan simpaticoen el jardin del hospital?And why is the sun such a bad companionto the traveler in the desert?And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?"
"Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread."
"I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases....."