I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and ….

I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name..

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 a….

The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood..

The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight.

I say love, and the world populates itself with doves..

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt..

O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature..

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living..

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too..

How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dyi….

Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happ….

Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it,….

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss..

In the distance someone is singing..

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?.

The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its ….

You are like nobody since I love you..

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long..

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?.