And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.
Pablo NerudaWhite bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.
Pablo NerudaA book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
Pablo Neruda