Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

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

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

I was the owner of my own darkness.

Poetry is an act of peace.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.