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Pablo Neruda

I move in the university of the waves.
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Attitude One Liner University Waves
Poetry is an act of peace.
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Action One Liner Peace Poetry
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
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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Death Life Love Save
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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Book Earth Hands Snow Winter
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Autumn Money Yellow
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
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Darkness Defeat Heart Love Myself Night Sleep Togetherness
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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I Love You Love Night Poem Sad Writing
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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Night Sleep Wake Up
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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Affection Boundary Feeling Live Love United
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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Ache House Live Loneliness Love Wait Window
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
In 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.
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Blood Die Fire I Love You Love Story
My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
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Carousel Empty Soul Sunset
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
Laughter is the language of the soul.
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Language Laughter One Liner Soul

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