Quotes About Nature

Si todos los rios son dulces de donde saca sal el mar? If all rivers are sweet where does the sea get its salt?

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe, come touch the fire of instantaneous blue, come before its petals are consumed.

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.

I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender.

my beauty, flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.

ay,amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas,con aire ahogado y bruscas tempestades de harina: amar es un combate de relámpagos y dos cuerpos por una sola miel derrotados -pablo neruda

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?

from all the graces of my homeland I chose only your savage heart.

The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

Sometimes a piece of the sun burned like a coin between my hands.

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .

When I see the sea again has the sea seen me or hasn't it seen me? Why the waves ask me The same that I ask them? And why do they hit the rock With such a futile enthusiasm? Don't they get tired of repeating their declaration to the sand?

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.

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

But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel. You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves. Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration, ah, I can say nothing!  You were made of everything.

Through the mountains you go as a breeze comes

How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

Como se acuerda con los pajaros la traduccion de sus idiomas? How is the translation of their languages Arranged with the birds?

Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy?

Que aprendeu a árvore da terra para conversar com o céu? What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?