I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness. Pablo Neruda dimensions loneliness heart with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours. Pablo Neruda kissing mouths names I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees Pablo Neruda doe spring tree 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 broken doors past 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 summer song goodbye Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long. Pablo Neruda lasts love-is long We bear the sole, relentless tenderness. Pablo Neruda relentless sole bears Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt. Pablo Neruda doubt yesterday today Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes. Pablo Neruda volcanoes iron struggle 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 dream night children 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-can alive moving 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 affection boundaries feels What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky? Pablo Neruda carpe-diem sky tree Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net. Pablo Neruda air two fall 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 stars journey air 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 crush running love I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine. Pablo Neruda intelligent wine light With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea? Pablo Neruda philosophical stars sea 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 tired twilight love-you
