– Pablo Neruda 

Literature

Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo. 

The birds of the night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

VII – Inclinado En Las Tardes (Leaning Into The Afternoons)

– Pablo Neruda

Poetry

I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this; where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Sonnet XVII, come love letter