Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?
Pablo NerudaNobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or Marรญa, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.
Pablo NerudaAnd I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.
Pablo NerudaThe typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.
Pablo Neruda