Quotes from Pablo Neruda

Do you not hear the constant victory, in the human footrace of time, slow as fire, sure, and thick and Herculean accumulating its volume and adding its sad fiber?

Little by little, and also in great leaps, life happened to me, and how insignificant this business is. These veins carried my blood, which I scarcely ever saw, I breathed the air of so many places without keeping a sample of any. In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

Dónde está el niño que yo fui, sigue dentro de mí o se fue? Sabe que no lo quise nunca y que tampoco me quería? Por qué anduvimos tanto tiempo creciendo para separarnos? Por qué no morimos los dos cuando mi infancia se murió? Y si el alma se me cayó por qué me sigue el esqueleto?

Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand, oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence: do not go for one minute, beloved, because in that minute you will have gone so far that I will cross all the earth asking if you will return or if you will leave me dying.

It's today: all of yesterday was falling between fingers of light and sleepy eyes

In my poems I could not shut the door to the street.

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

How the clock moves on, relentlessly, with such assurance that it eats the years. The days are small and transitory grapes, The months grow faded, taken out of time. It fades, it falls away, the moment, fired by that implacable artillery and suddenly, only a year is left to us, a month, a day, and death turns up in the diary.

In you I waver, fall and rise up burning. You among all beings have the right to see me weak.

Rise up with me against the organisation of misery.

La poesía es siempre un acto de paz. El poeta nace de la paz como el pan nace de la harina.

Se calla cuando escucho, suena cuando me duermo.

No te engañó la primavera con besos que no florecieron?

Amor, te espero. Adiós, amor, te espero. Amor, amor, te espero.

veo el mundo enteramente rosa y azul.

Entonces,dónde estabas? Entre qué gentes? Diciendo qué palabras? Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe Cuando me siento triste,y te siento tan lejana?

I ask permission to be like everybody else, like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else: I beg you, with all my heart, if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me, please resist blasting the trumpet during my visit and resign yourselves to my quiet absence.

Along the Chilean coast, with cold and winter, when rain falls washing the weeks. Listen: solitude becomes music once more, and it seems its appearance is that of air, of rain, that time, something with wave and wings, passes by, grows. And the harp awakes from oblivion.

III Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it

Long deep lines, chapters carved in his face by age, question marks, mysterious tales, asterisks, all that the sirens had forgot in the far-reaching solitude of his soul, all that fell from the starry sky, was traced in his face.

Now I'll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.

Cuando no puedo mirar tu cara...miro tus pies.

y juntos somos completos como un solo río, como una sola arena.