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In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

Pablo Neruda

The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
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Blue Distance Missing Night Shatter Shiver Stars
Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
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Air Couple Food Laughter Love Valentine
In 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.
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Blood Die Fire I Love You Love Story
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
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Absence Air Hang House Inside Photograph
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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Butterfly Green Light Nature Silence
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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Night Sleep Wake Up
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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Death Life Love Save
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
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Darkness Defeat Heart Love Myself Night Sleep Togetherness
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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Cold Death Distance Earth Owe Rain Silence
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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Book Die Finding Grace Himself Listen Music Rading Travel
Poetry is an act of peace.
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Action One Liner Peace Poetry
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Death Stone
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
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Feed Feeling Fire Life Love People
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Body Light Love Ruin Sweet War
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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Couple Forget Glimpse Love Missing Window
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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Book Earth Hands Snow Winter

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