Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,... - Pablo Neruda

"I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream."

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

"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

"Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable."

"As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin."