You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from... - Pablo Neruda

"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."

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

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