Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
PABLO NERUDAJoyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
PABLO NERUDAI can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDAOnly a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
PABLO NERUDAIn the distance someone is singing.
PABLO NERUDASomeday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
PABLO NERUDAHate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
PABLO NERUDAPoetry is an act of peace.
PABLO NERUDAThe tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
PABLO NERUDAI am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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 NERUDAConspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
PABLO NERUDAA book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
PABLO NERUDALove, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
PABLO NERUDASo I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
PABLO NERUDAAbsence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
PABLO NERUDAI move in the university of the waves.
PABLO NERUDA