Quotes from Pablo Neruda

De pronto no puedo decirte lo que yo te debo decir, hombre,perdóname; sabrás que aunque no escuches mis palabras no me eché a llorar ni a dormir y que contigo estoy sin verte desde hace tiempo y hasta el fin. I can't just suddenly tell you what I should be telling you, friend, forgive me; you know that although you don't hear my words, I wasn't asleep or in tears, that I am with you without seeing you for a good long time and until the end.

Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.

In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

Mi vida, no hallarás en el pozo en que caes lo que yo guardo para ti en la altura.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.

I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to me.

She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender.

Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.

With kisses your mouth taught me my lips came to know fire.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and full of sorrow as though you had died One word then, one smile is enough And I'm happy; happy that it's not true

I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding, no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence. Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!

my beauty, flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.

What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory.

I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searching for the light of your closed eyes

Before loving you, love, nothing was mine: I hesitated through the streets and things: nothing mattered or had a name: the world was of the air that I awaited.

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.

Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos, el que lo perdiò todo, y el que todo lo tuvo.

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 of the daybreak in my breast.

Die Slowly' by Pablo Neruda: He 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.

Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.

Of so much moon were your hips to me, of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight, of so much burning light like honey in the shade

Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.