If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth… — 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
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
It's hard to tell / if we close our eyes or if night / opens in us other starred eyes, / if… — 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
