I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea. – Pablo Neruda
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread. – Pablo Neruda
I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea. – Pablo Neruda
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread. – Pablo Neruda
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. – Pablo Neruda