Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973 / Parral / Chile)

''Latin America is very fond of the word "hope." We like to be called the "continent of hope." Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves "candidates of hope." This hope is really something like a promise of heaven, an IOU whose payment is always being put off. It is put off until the next legislative campaign, until next year, until the next century.''

''A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.''

''The darkness of a day elapsed,
of a day nourished with our sad blood.''