In the distance someone is singing.
PABLO NERUDAIn the distance someone is singing.
PABLO NERUDATonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDAConspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
PABLO NERUDAIn the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
PABLO NERUDALove, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
PABLO NERUDAFrom sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
PABLO NERUDAWe must dream our way.
PABLO NERUDAYou are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
PABLO NERUDAI have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
PABLO NERUDAI like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
PABLO NERUDAOnly a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
PABLO NERUDAHate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
PABLO NERUDAAnd one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
PABLO NERUDAHe 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.
PABLO NERUDAMy soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
PABLO NERUDAA 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.
PABLO NERUDA