Quotes from Pablo Neruda

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died, and we don't now and never did lie to each other. So now he's gone and I buried him, and that's all there is to it.

junto a ti, duermo, / en tu cintura se atan mis brazos y mis labios, / duermo contigo y siembro mis más profundos besos.

Para que tú me oigas mis palabras se adelgazan a veces como las huellas de las gaviotas en las playas.

En esta historia sólo yo me muero y moriré de amor porque te quiero, porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.

Porque o amor, enquanto a vida nos acossa, é simplesmente uma onda alta sobre as ondas.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved. In secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Por qué me pican las pulgas y los sargentos literarios?

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos. * Voglio fare con te ciò che la primavera fa con i ciliegi.

Nunca ame sino sombras que transforme en estatuas y no sabia yo que no vivia Mi orgullo me iba transformando en piedra, hasta que tu, Rosia, despertando desnuda, despertaste mi sangre y mis deberes.

Quero fazer contigo o que a primavera faz com as cerejeiras

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me. - Every Day You Play (Juegas Todos Los Días)

Puedo preguntar a mi libro si es verdad que yo lo escribí?

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything. Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose.

Te oigo y respiras, amor mío, dormimos.

Me hizo falta la luz de tu energía y miré devorando la esperanza...

And that's how it was, that night, shadow and space, earth and time, something that runs and falls and passes. And that's how all the nights go over the earth, leaving only a vague black odor. A leaf falls, a drop on the earth muffles its sound, the forest sleeps, the waters, the meadows, the bells, the eyes. I hear you and you breathe, my love, we sleep.

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine.

Your Feet When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

In you the rivers sing and my soul flies in them as you desire it and to where you will.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. –

Y es esta la moral de mi Oda: Dos veces es belleza la belleza, y lo que es bueno es doblemente bueno, cuando se trata de dos calcetines de lana en el invierno.

You, I remember as you were last autumn. You were the gray beret and the heart in calm. In your eyes clashed the flames of twilight. And the leaves would fall in the water of your soul.

Apans?z niye gelir bilmem bunca aÅŸk bana kendimi böyle üzgün, seni uzak bulurken?

Por qué será que todo el amor me viene de golpe cuando me siento triste y cuando te siento lejana?