Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.
Pablo NerudaSomeone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love... But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone. Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time the cold heart of the clocks.
Pablo NerudaWho writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Pablo NerudaAnd when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
Pablo NerudaLet us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand.
Pablo Neruda