Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
PABLO NERUDAEverything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
PABLO NERUDAI can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDADeath is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDAI’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
PABLO NERUDAAnd one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
PABLO NERUDAHour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
PABLO NERUDAI was the owner of my own darkness.
PABLO NERUDABut from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
PABLO NERUDAAs if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
PABLO NERUDALike them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
PABLO NERUDABy night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
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 NERUDAEverything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
PABLO NERUDAOur love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that’s why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.
PABLO NERUDAIn love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
PABLO NERUDAA book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
PABLO NERUDA