PABLO NERUDA
The grapevines on the rocks, the cracks in the musk, the walls that ensnare the clinging plants, the plinthes of flowers and stone: the island is the lyre that was placed on the melodius height, and chord by chord played by the light, since remote times its voice, the color of the letters of the day, and from its fragrants enclosure flew the aurora tearing away the dew and opening the eyes of Europe.