“I have a million nightingales on the branches of my heart singing freedom.”
“Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.”
“Insult is a monstrous scorpion, and compliment is a likeable nightingale; one stings mercilessly, and the other sings sweetly.”
“A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.”
“That sea - that mother of a million summers,Who bore, with melody, a million springs,Shall sing for my enchantment...”
“These branches will be my bones, I thought, and the paper will be my heart and skin, the places that feel everything.”