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

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Ven….

Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss..

Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?.

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

Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss ….

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset..

Love is short, but forgetting is long..

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory..

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss..

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

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture..

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy..

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

Over your breasts of motionless current, over your legs of firmness and water, over the permanence and the pride of your naked hair I want to be, my ….

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows..

You are like nobody since I love you..

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness..

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands..

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees..