Quotes from Pablo Neruda

ay,amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas,con aire ahogado y bruscas tempestades de harina: amar es un combate de relámpagos y dos cuerpos por una sola miel derrotados -pablo neruda

Ti manderò un bacio con il vento e so che lo sentirai, ti volterai senza vedermi ma io sarò lì

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 to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?

While the rain of your fingertips falls, while the rain of your bones falls and your laughter and marrow falls down, you come flying.

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 the freshness lives on

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

from all the graces of my homeland I chose only your savage heart.

The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

from that terrible love the soft pure hands gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold, my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on your forehead, love, I love you because you are clear and dark.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her, And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.

It's well known that he who returns never left

Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night's skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it is not your hair but the terror in your head, like long hair made of vertical nails, and what you see are not shattered streets, but rather, within you, your own crushed walls, your frustrated infinity, again the city comes crashing down: in your silence, only water's threat is heard, and in the water drowned horses gallop through your death.

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?

beyond the earth and the shadow the brightness of our love will stay alive

Sometimes a piece of the sun burned like a coin between my hands.

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te amo todavía.

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Touch fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

When I see the sea again has the sea seen me or hasn't it seen me? Why the waves ask me The same that I ask them? And why do they hit the rock With such a futile enthusiasm? Don't they get tired of repeating their declaration to the sand?

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.