“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.”
— Margaret Atwood
Neruda debió haber estado llorando cuando escribió: "Es tan corto el amor y tan largo el olvido"
“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.”
— Margaret Atwood