black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

Pablo Neruda

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
While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
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Away Come Back Far Writing
Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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Break Up I Love You Misisng Night Sad Writing
I was the owner of my own darkness.
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Acceptance Darkness Healing Owner
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
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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Convey Couple Goals Lead Path
I move in the university of the waves.
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Attitude One Liner University Waves
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.
PABLO NERUDA

Chest Close Couple Existence Hands I Love You Sleep Valentine
In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
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Blood Endure Hear House Poetry
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
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
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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Divide Life Poetry Politics
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Autumn Money Yellow
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
We 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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Air Couple Dirt Dust Fire Flower Return Water
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Sad Voyage

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

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