ILLUSTRATIONS and sketches

 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

 Del corazón los ojos ofendidos, hacen batalla sobre cuál me mata. El corazón con agua los maltrata, que los quiere cegar por atrevidos.... De Lope de Vega

 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

Ella es música y huele a poesía puede llevarte al cielo con solo una mirada, o puede tocarte el alma sin decir una palabra. Ella es tantas cosas, ella crea vida donde ayer no había nada.

 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