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Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

Pablo Neruda

Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
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Blood Hate Transparent Water
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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Death Life Love Save
In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
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Blood Endure Hear House Poetry
Poetry is an act of peace.
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Action One Liner Peace Poetry
I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.
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Couple Heart I Love You Valentine Wife
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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Light Play Universe
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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Air Couple Dirt Dust Fire Flower Return Water
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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Couple Forget Glimpse Love Missing Window
I love you as one loves certain dark things.
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Couple Darkness I Love You Valentine
Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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Couple Kiss Love Obtain Road
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Autumn Money Yellow
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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Book Human Loneliness Tool Touch Victory
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
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Breathe Live Writing
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that’s why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.
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Born Couple Flower Love Outside Valentine Wall Winds
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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Bread Deep Peace Poem
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
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Book Die Finding Grace Himself Listen Music Rading Travel

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

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