I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money? — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen." I have to dwell on… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
