The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.

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

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.