Occupation: Senator Of Chile Birth: July 12, 1904 Death: September 23, 1973
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in her….
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty..
About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you.
Under your skin the moon is alive..
Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, becaus….
Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?.
There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle..
Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automob….
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long..
Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations..
Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart..
If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go ….
Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords..
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world?.
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true..
In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said..
Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net..
Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall al….
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it..
If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness ….