O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature.
Pablo NerudaBut I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
Pablo NerudaFue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?
Pablo NerudaThen I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in that language in which Joaquín Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language!
Pablo Neruda