From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
Pablo NerudaWhen I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.
Pablo NerudaI do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Pablo Neruda