Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
PABLO NERUDAWhile I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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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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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.
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In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
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I was the owner of my own darkness.
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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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.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
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Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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In the distance someone is singing.
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All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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We must dream our way.
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