Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
Pablo NerudaI stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.
Pablo NerudaI am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
Pablo Neruda