In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
PABLO NERUDALove is so short, forgetting is so long.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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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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Laughter is the language of the soul.
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Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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I was the owner of my own darkness.
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For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
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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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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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Love is a clash of lightnings
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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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In the distance someone is singing.
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
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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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