Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDAWe are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
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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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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 crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
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From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
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Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
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So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
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