Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings:… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later… — 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
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be… — 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
