Love! Love until the night collapses!
PABLO NERUDAI love you as one loves certain dark things.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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I love you as one loves certain dark things.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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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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As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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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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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 books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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I 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.
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In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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Poetry is an act of peace.
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Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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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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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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Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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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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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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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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So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
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