For, and because of, my grandfather,
Dedo ‘Dedushko’ Trajan;
and to my mother, Mara,
who went before me.
You can say anything you want, yessir, but it’s the
words that sing, they soar and descend... I bow to
them... I love them, I cling to them, I run them
down, I bite into them, I melt them down...
– Pablo Neruda