Monday, November 5, 2012

"Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in that language in which Joaquín Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language!"
- Pablo Neruda

Can't get enough of him. 

1 comment:

Freckled Philologist said...

¡Ni yo tampoco! Tengo más versos para ti - *sonrisa*