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Pablo Neruda

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Autumn Money Yellow
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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Divide Life Poetry Politics
I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
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Alcohol Couple Speak Table Wine
Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.
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Arrive Poetry River Search Winter
In the distance someone is singing.
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Distance Sing
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
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
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
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
Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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Love Mystery One Liner Stars Water
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, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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Couple Kiss Love Obtain Road
In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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Beginning Dreamss Eyes Land Morning Positive
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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Convey Couple Goals Lead Path
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Death Stone
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

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

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