corazonadas / hunches

 Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss, What loneliness-in-motion, toward your company! Rolling with the rain we follow the tracks alone. By Neruda

I loved you without my knowing it, and I looked for your memory. I entered empty houses with a flashlight to steal your portrait. But I already knew what it was. Suddenly

while you were going with me I touched you and my life stopped: in front of my eyes you were, reigning, and queens.

By Neruda

 I loved you without my knowing it, and I looked for your memory. I entered empty houses with a flashlight to steal your portrait. But I already knew what it was. Suddenly

while you were going with me I touched you and my life stopped: in front of my eyes you were, reigning, and queens.

By Neruda

 Don't think that because I sing, Alas Llorona!,
my heart is joyful.
One also sings from pain, Alas Llorona!,
When one can not cry!

 If because I love you, you want, Llorona,
you want me to love you more.
If I have already given my life to you, Llorona,
What more do you want?, You want more?

 Como si fuera cándida escultura
en lustroso marfil de Bonarrota,
a Paris pide Venus en pelota
la debida manzana a su hermosura.

En perspectiva, Palas su figura
muestra, por más honesta, más remota;
Juno sus altos méritos acota
en parte de la selva más escura