Quotes from Pablo Neruda

Does the earth sing like a cricket in the music of the heavens? Canta la tierra como un grillo entre la musica celeste?

Whenever you touch topaz, it touches you. It awakens a gentle fire, like wine awakens in grapes. Still unborn, clear wine seeks channels amidst stone, demands words, bestows its secret nourishment, shares out the kiss of human skin. The touch of stone and man in serene peace kindles garlands of fleeting flowers, which then return to prime sources: flesh and stone: contrary elements. (Translation, Beatriz von Eidlitz)

Does autumn enter legally or is it an underground season? Entra el Otono legalmente o es una estacion clandestina?

Ognuno ha una favola dentro che non riesce a leggere da solo. Ha bisogno di qualcuno che con la meraviglia e l'incanto negli occhi, la legga e gliela racconti.

The dove signifies the dove and the guitar signifies a musical instrument called the guitar.

Tai kiek gyvena zmogus? Tukstanti metu ar vienus? Gyvena savaite ar keleta amziu? Kiek laiko mirsta zmogus? Ka reiskia amzinybe?

I went up the stairs, I crossed the roads, trains carried me, waters brought me, and in the skin of the grapes I thought I touched you. The wood suddenly brought me your touch, the almond announced to me your secret softness, until your hands closed on my chest and there like two wings they ended their journey.

I don't know a thing about cats. I know everything else, life and its archipelago, seas and unpredictable cities, botany, the pistil and its scandals, the pluses and minuses of math. I know the earth's volcanic funnels and the crocodile's unreal shell, the fireman's unseen kindness and the priest's blue atavism. cat leave But a cat I can't figure out. My mind slipped on its indifference. Its eyes hold ciphers of gold.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

En tu abrazo yo abrazo lo que existe, la arena, el tiempo, el árbol de la lluvia, y todo vive para que yo viva: sin ir tan lejos puedo verlo todo: veo en tu vida todo lo viviente.

Yaln?z bir yer, daha önce söz ettim bu yapayaln?z yerden, burada toprak okyanusla dolu, burada kimse yok, yaln?zca at izleri, kimse yok, yaln?zca rüzgar, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizin sular?na yaÄŸan yaÄŸmur, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizde artan yaÄŸmur.

Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude, hour that is mine from among them all! Hunting horn through which the wind passes singing. Such a passion of weeping tied to my body.

The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way Against the old propellers of the twilight That revolves around you. Speechless, my friend, Alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead And filled with the lives of fire, Pure heir of the ruined day.

Si hallas en un camino a un niño robando manzanas y a un viejo sordo con un acordeón, recuerda que yo soy el niño, las manzanas y el anciano. No me hagas daño persiguiendo al niño, no le pegues al viejo vagabundo, no eches al río las manzanas.

Así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, sino así de este modo en que soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

Como un vaso albergaste la infinita ternura

Es una casa tan grande la ausencia que pasarás en ella a través de los muros y colgarás los cuadros en el aire. [Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air]

Toglimi il pane, se vuoi, toglimi l'aria, ma non togliermi il tuo sorriso.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations; your skin throbs like the streak of a meteror through rain. Your hips were that much of the moon for me; and deep mouth and its delights, that much sun; your heart, fiery with its long red rays, was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade. So I pass across your burning form, kissing you—compact and planetary, from Love Sonnet "XVI

The night is starry, and she is not with me. That is all.

He vivido tanto que un día tendrán que olvidarme por fuerza.

Everyone is after me to exercise, get in shape, play football, rush about, even go swimming and flying. Fair enough. Everyone is after me to take it easy. They all make doctor's appointments for me, eyeing me in that quizzical way. What is it? Everyone is after me to take a trip, to come in, to leave, not to travel, to die and, alternatively, not to die It doesn't matter.

De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas hasta llegar a tu ventana, amiga mía: tú sentiste un rumor de corazón quebrado y allí de las tinieblas me levanté a tu pecho, sin ser y sin saber fui a la torre de trigo, surgí para vivir entre tus manos, me levanté del mar a tu alegría.

Por qué me sigue el esqueleto? Y quién salió a vivir por mí cuando dormía o enfermaba?