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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
PABLO NERUDA

Couple Fire Live Moon Romantic Skin Valentine Wife
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

Couple Heart I Love You Valentine Wife
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.
PABLO NERUDA

Cold Death Distance Earth Owe Rain Silence
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
PABLO NERUDA

Lake Tears Wait
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.
PABLO NERUDA

Children Forever Live Lost Man Missing Play
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
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
PABLO NERUDA

Attain Happiness Inspirational Lead Patience Splendid
But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
PABLO NERUDA

Born Bullet Crime Heart Lie Seek
The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
PABLO NERUDA

Blue Distance Missing Night Shatter Shiver Stars
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
PABLO NERUDA

Happiness Nostalgia Solitude
I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
PABLO NERUDA

Alcohol Couple Speak Table Wine
In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
PABLO NERUDA

Blood Endure Hear House Poetry
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
PABLO NERUDA

Blood Hate Transparent Water
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
PABLO NERUDA

Bread Deep Peace Poem
Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
PABLO NERUDA

Condition Dimension Foreign Heart Lead Loneliness Shy
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDA

I Love You Love Night Poem Sad Writing

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