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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.

Pablo Neruda

I was the owner of my own darkness.
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Acceptance Darkness Healing Owner
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
What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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Earth Inspirational Sky Speak Teaching Tree
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
From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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Establishment Island Roots Sorrow Water Weeping
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
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Body Light Love Ruin Sweet War
While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
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Away Come Back Far Writing
Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
PABLO NERUDA

Air Couple Food Laughter Love Valentine
I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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Fruit Live Matter Positive Shape
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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Arrive Poetry River Search Winter
Laughter is the language of the soul.
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Language Laughter One Liner Soul
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
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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Ceremony Childhood Garden Wild
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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Butterfly Green Light Nature Silence
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
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Children Forever Live Lost Man Missing Play

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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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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