Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?
Pablo NerudaI am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
Pablo NerudaThen love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
Pablo NerudaI built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
Pablo Neruda