Quotes from Pablo Neruda

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

porque en tu pecho austral están tatuadas la lucha, la esperanza, la solidaridad y la alegría como anclas que resisten las olas de la tierra.

Te garantizo que habrá épocas difíciles y te garantizo que en algún momento uno de los dos o los dos querremos dejarlo todo, pero también te garantizo que si no te pido que seas mío me arrepentiré durante el resto de mi vida porque sé en lo más profundo de mi ser que estás hecho para mí.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

I know you exist not just because your eyes fly and give light to things like an open window

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men, when fighting with them, when saying all their say in my song. Pablo Neruda- Ode to the Book

everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory. In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

Quién soy en esta ciudad muerta?...No entiendo sino las cenizas.

I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas

Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned, and let our kisses touch there, one by one, till the flower, disembodied, rises again. Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit and went down, aspect and power, into the earth: We are its continuing light, its indestructible, fragile seed.

You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.

Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly

I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it's own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday

You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)