sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet. Pablo Neruda More Quotes by Pablo Neruda More Quotes From Pablo Neruda Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords. Pablo Neruda pajamas passwords kissing In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. Pablo Neruda land eye dream My soul is an empty carousel at sunset. Pablo Neruda empty sunset soul Love is a war of lightning, Pablo Neruda kissing dark war But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me. Pablo Neruda feet wind love Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude. Pablo Neruda hours solitude nostalgia Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry. Pablo Neruda one-thing danger looks He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains. Pablo Neruda nothing-to-lose chains said Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning. Pablo Neruda moon morning love The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again. Pablo Neruda typewriters worship hands No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he’d keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing. Pablo Neruda eye dog sweet And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road. Pablo Neruda rocks moon love I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life. Pablo Neruda boards eye house I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. Pablo Neruda voice dawn hair I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day. Pablo Neruda everyday shapes matter I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. Pablo Neruda hunting twilight heart A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly. Pablo Neruda play men children I need the sea because it teaches me Pablo Neruda teach sea needs I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda fire dark love-you Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness. Pablo Neruda dimensions loneliness heart
