Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
Pablo NerudaWho writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Pablo NerudaAs slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and giving life: once again the heart distills them.
Pablo Neruda