Pablo Neruda, The Book Of Questions Quotes
Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?
With which stars do they go on speaking, the rivers that never reach the sea?
Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas?How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?
Sufre mas el que espera siempreque aquel que nunca espero a nadie?Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?
Do tears not yet spilledwait in small lakes?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?