Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature.
Pablo NerudaThen Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.
Pablo NerudaWe are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
Pablo NerudaI'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
Pablo Neruda