Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?
Pablo NerudaI learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
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 NerudaWho hasn't sharpened the edge of his soul? When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate, and just after learning to walk, we are tripped, and just for wanting to love, we are hated, and for no more than touching, we are hurt, which of us hasn't started to arm himself, to make himself sharp, somehow, like a knife, to pay back the hurt?
Pablo Neruda