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.
PABLO NERUDAI will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?
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While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.
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