Don Pablo Neruda -

“There,” Neruda said softly. “Now you know what the ocean was whispering. Sadness, Matías. A small, round sadness. Now go.”

Neruda’s eyes crinkled. “No. Yesterday it was shouting. Today, it’s whispering a recipe. Listen.” don pablo neruda

Neruda turned slowly. His smile was enormous. “Good. That’s very good. Now you are my postman too. You will bring me the world’s small news: a broken button, a dog’s three-legged walk, the way a woman’s hand hesitates before pouring tea.” “There,” Neruda said softly