Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a p... - Pablo Neruda

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

"I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases....."

"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."

"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."

"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."