What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
PABLO NERUDAThe night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
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A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
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To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
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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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Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
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There is no space wider than that of grief.
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It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
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But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
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I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.
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I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
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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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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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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.
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Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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