I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
PABLO NERUDAAbsence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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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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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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You are like nobody since I love you.
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All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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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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In the distance someone is singing.
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My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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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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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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And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
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Love! Love until the night collapses!
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