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 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.
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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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Laughter is the language of the soul.
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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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As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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I was the owner of my own darkness.
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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 from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
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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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Our 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.
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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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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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I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.
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