Love Is So Short, Forgetting

You Are Like Night, Calmed, Constellated. Your Silence Is Star-like, As Distant, As True.

And I, A Materialist Who Does Not Believe In The Starry Heaven Promised To A Human Being, For This Dog And For Every Dog I Believe In Heaven, Yes, I Believe In A Heaven That I Will Never Enter, But He Waits For Me Wagging His Big Fan Of A Tail So I, Soon To Arrive, Will Feel Welcomed.

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 Want To Do To You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

It Was My Destiny To Love And Say Goodbye.