Quotes from Pablo Neruda

Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo.

Nothing remains except that which was written with blood to be listened to by blood

Perdón si cuando quiero contar mi vida es tierra lo que cuento. Esta es la tierra. Crece en tu sangre y creces. Si se apaga en tu sangre tú te apagas.

Papa te llamas papa y no patata

Nunca solo, contigo, tierra Contigo el mar, la vida, cuanto soy, cuanto doy y cuanto canto, esta materia amor, la tierra, el mar, el pan, la vida

How many churches are there in heaven? Cuantas iglesias tiene el cielo?

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me. my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.

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 soul like dew to the pasture.   What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.

En ti los ríos cantan y mi alma en ellos huye como tú lo desees y hacia donde tú quieras.

Let's try and avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing. Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body, Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us, The light of each day, its flame or its repose, they deliver to us, taking them from time, and so our treasure is disinterred in shadow or light, and so our kisses kiss life: all love is enclosed in our love: all thirst ends in our embrace. Here we are at last face to face, we have met, we have lost nothing.

Why does the professor teach the geography of death? For que ensena el profesor la geografia de la muerte?

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. ...But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

Todo lo que usted quiera, sí señor, pero son las palabras las que cantan, las que suben y bajan... Me prosterno ante ellas... Las amo, las adhiero, las persigo, las muerdo, las derrito... Amo tanto las palabras... Las inesperadas... Las que glotonamente se esperan, se acechan, hasta que de pronto caen... Vocablos amados... Brillan como piedras de colores, saltan como platinados peces

alive, crystal in your own crystal, fire in your own fire, ray of purple stone.

El aire, el vino van con los dos amantes, la noche les regala sus pétalos dichososo, tienen derecho a todos los claveles.

And why did cheese decide to perform heroic deeds in France? Y por que el queso se dispuso a ejercer proezas en Francia?

For the diseased, what color do you think April is? Has pensado de que color es el Abril de los enfermos?

Because while life harasses us, love is only a wave taller than the other waves: but oh, when death comes knocking at the gate, there is only your glance against so much emptiness, only your light against extinction, only your love to shut out the shadows.

La poesía acompañó a los agonizantes y restañó los dolores, condujo a las victorias, acompañó a los solitarios, fue quemante como el fuego, ligera y fresca como la nieve, tuvo manos, dedos y puños, tuvo brotes como la primavera: echó raíces en el corazón del hombre.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

El amor no se mira, se siente, y aún más cuando ella está junto a ti.

Ahora me parece que no está solo el hombre. En sus manos ha elaborado como si fuera un duro pan, la esperanza, la terrestre esperanza.