Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
PABLO NERUDAConspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
PABLO NERUDAIn one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
PABLO NERUDADeath is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDAMy feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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 NERUDASomeday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
PABLO NERUDAOnce 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 NERUDABut I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
PABLO NERUDAYour wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
PABLO NERUDALet us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
PABLO NERUDAAbsence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
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 NERUDAI have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
PABLO NERUDAA 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 NERUDALove is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
PABLO NERUDAI want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
PABLO NERUDA