I like when calls are made as if they were ausente. Distant and aching as if their hearts were dead. Pablo Neruda, whose real name was Neftalí Ricardo Reyes, was born in Parral, Linares (Chile), in 1904. Between 1920 and 1927 he lived in Santiago, where he wrote his first poems: La song of the fiesta (1921), Crepusculario (1923) and Veinte poemas de amor y una song desesperada (1924). These titles reveal the early stages of his development, from his post-Rubenian influences to the achievement of a more personal and free poetic expression. In 1927 he began his life of travel, holding various consular positions in China, Ceylon, and Burma. Residencia en la tierra (1933) revealed him as a poet of intense originality, indirectly connected to the surrealist movement. Between 1934 and 1938, he was Chilean consul in Spain and came into contact with Spanish writers of the Generation of 27. In 1941, he settled in Mexico, only to return to his homeland where he was appointed senator in 1945. In 1971, he received the Nobel Prize for Literature. I like it when you're silent because you seem absent. Distant and painful, as if you had died. Then one word or a smile is enough. And I'm glad, glad that it's not true.