And 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.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?)

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.