Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
PABLO NERUDAEverything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
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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 can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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I move in the university of the waves.
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In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
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Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
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Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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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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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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You are like nobody since I love you.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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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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I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
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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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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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For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
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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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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
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