my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living. — 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
We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea? — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want… — 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
