Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

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

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments.

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.