"When I see the sea once more
will the sea have seen or not seen me?
Why do the waves ask me
the same questions I ask them?
And why do they strike the rock
with so much wasted passion?
Don't they get tired of repeating
their declaration to the sand?"
-Pablo Neruda
"Do salt and sugar work
to build a white tower?
Is it true that in an anthill
dreams are a duty?
Do you know what the earth
meditates upon in autumn?
Why not give a medal
to the first golden leaf?"
