A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
PABLO NERUDAI crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
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I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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We must dream our way.
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In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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