¡No me mires más! Si quieres te daré mis ojos, que son frescos, y mis espaldas para que te compongas la joroba que tienes.
Don't you know there is no one in the streets and no one in the houses? There are only eyes in the windows. If you don't have a place to sleep, knock on a door and it will open, open up to a certain point and you will see that it is cold inside, and that house is empty and wants nothing to do with you, your stories mean nothing, and if you insist on being gentle, the dog and the cat will bite you.pablo neruda