As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and giving life: once again the heart distills them.
Pablo NerudaTo feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
Pablo NerudaWhen I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?
Pablo NerudaIn this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
Pablo NerudaMy duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.
Pablo Neruda