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

Pablo Neruda

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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Cherry Couple Flower Kiss Mountain Tree
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Death Stone
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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Cherry Couple Love Romantic Spring Tree
The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
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Book Help Thinking
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
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Bloom Carrier Flower Hide I Love You Plant
Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
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Flower Kiss Love Measure Stars
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
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
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Couple Eyes Heart Love Show Valentine
The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
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Blue Distance Missing Night Shatter Shiver Stars
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
I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
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Couple Girlfriend Hate I Love You Love Valentine Wife
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
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Breathe Live Writing
Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
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Couple Diamond Gift Love Property Share
My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
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Carousel Empty Soul Sunset
I move in the university of the waves.
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Attitude One Liner University Waves
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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Bread Deep Peace Poem
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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Couple Heart I Love You Valentine Wife
There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
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Fruit Grief Hunger Miracle Ruin Thirst
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Sad Voyage
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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Convey Couple Goals Lead Path
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
Love! Love until the night collapses!
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Collapse Couple Love Night Romantic
Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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Conservation Couple exchange Kiss Pajama Password
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
A 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.
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Children Forever Live Lost Man Missing Play
From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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Establishment Island Roots Sorrow Water Weeping
My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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Broken Heart Feets Live Misisng Sleep Walk Want

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