He who does not travel, who does not read, Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours. Pablo Neruda kissingmouthsnames I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees Pablo Neruda doespringtree We have to discard the past / and, as one builds / floor by floor, window by window, / and the building rises, / so do we keep shedding - first, broken tiles, / then proud doors... and each new day / gleams / like an empty / plate. Pablo Neruda brokendoorspast The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs. Pablo Neruda summersonggoodbye Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long. Pablo Neruda lastslove-islong We bear the sole, relentless tenderness. Pablo Neruda relentlesssolebears Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt. Pablo Neruda doubtyesterdaytoday Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes. Pablo Neruda volcanoesironstruggle Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands. Pablo Neruda dreamnightchildren Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives. Pablo Neruda i-canalivemoving To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things. Pablo Neruda affectionboundariesfeels What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky? Pablo Neruda carpe-diemskytree Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net. Pablo Neruda airtwofall Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. Pablo Neruda starsjourneyair Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Pablo Neruda crushrunninglove I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine. Pablo Neruda intelligentwinelight With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea? Pablo Neruda philosophicalstarssea Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss. Pablo Neruda kissing Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me. Pablo Neruda tiredtwilightlove-you I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky. and: From the stormy archipelagoes I brought my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, the habitual slowness of natural things: they made up my wild heart. Pablo Neruda crazyflowerrain
