Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
PABLO NERUDALove is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
PABLO NERUDAWe 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 NERUDALove is the mystery of water and a star.
PABLO NERUDAIn the distance someone is singing.
PABLO NERUDAWhat did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
PABLO NERUDALike them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
PABLO NERUDAI am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
PABLO NERUDAI can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDAThe birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
PABLO NERUDAPeace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
PABLO NERUDAEvery day you play with the light of the universe.
PABLO NERUDALove is so short, forgetting is so long.
PABLO NERUDAI want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
PABLO NERUDAThe night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
PABLO NERUDAIn this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
PABLO NERUDAWhile I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
PABLO NERUDA