And I, Infinitesima­l Being, Drunk With The

My Feet Will Want To Walk To Where You Are Sleeping But I Shall Go On Living.

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 Ask Permission To Be Like Everybody Else,like The Rest Of The World And What's More, Like Anybody Else:i Beg You, With All My Heart,if We Are Talking About Me, Since We Are Talking About Me,please Resist Blasting The Trumpet During My Visitand Resign Yourselves To My Quiet Absence.

Death Is The Stone Into Which Our Oblivion Hardens.

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.