I move in the university of the waves. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda What can I say without touching the earth with my hands? Pablo Neruda touchingearthhands The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement. Pablo Neruda truth-isfoolexperts There is no insurmountable solitude. Pablo Neruda insurmountablesolitude From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping. Pablo Neruda sorrowrootsislands my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living. Pablo Neruda broken-heartfeetsleep To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet. Pablo Neruda love-issweettwo Love is the mystery of water and a star. Pablo Neruda starslove-iswater But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies. Pablo Neruda one-dayheartlying Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes, two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey. Pablo Neruda starslovewar Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew. Pablo Neruda eyewaitingwinter Hands make the world each day. Pablo Neruda each-dayhandsworld The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness. Pablo Neruda colorcookingfood I am made of earth, and my song made of words. Pablo Neruda earthmadesong Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage. Pablo Neruda taciturntallvoyages I say love, and the world populates itself with doves. Pablo Neruda doveloveworld And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. Pablo Neruda ivysufferinglong It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive. Pablo Neruda lightmoonfall Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda painsufferingwriting Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar. Pablo Neruda oblivioninfinitejars I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love. Pablo Neruda darklosswinter
