But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
Pablo NerudaEach in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth.
Pablo NerudaEverything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
Pablo Neruda