This is what I am, I'll say, to leave this written excuse. This is my life. Now it is clear this couldn't be done- that in this net it's not just the strings that count but the air that escapes through the meshes. Everything else stayed out of reach- time running like a hare across the February dew, and love, best not to talk of love which moved, a swaying of hips, leaving no more trace of all its fire than a spoonful of ash. That's how it is with so many passing things: the man who waited, believing, of course, the woman who was alive and will not be. All of them believed that, having teeth, feet, hands, and language, life was only a matter of honor. This one took a look at history, took in all the victories of the past, assumed an everlasting existence, and the only thing life gave him was his death, time not to be alive, and earth to bury him in the end. But all that was born with as many eyes as there are planets in the firmament, and all her devouring fire ruthlessly devoured her until the end. If I remember anything in my life, it was an afternoon in India, on the banks of a river. They were burning a woman of flesh and bone and I didn't know if what came from the sarcophagus was soul or smoke, until there was neither woman nor fire nor coffin nor ash. It was late, and only the night, the water, the river, the darkness lived on in that death.
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Love is so short, forgetting ... PABLO NERUDA Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. PABLO NERUDA I love you in order to begin loving you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving ... PABLO NERUDA أين الطفل الذي كنته، أما زال بداخلي، أم رحل؟ أ... PABLO NERUDA لماذا لا يفهم الفقراء حين ينتهي فقرهم؟ PABLO NERUDA Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us PABLO NERUDA Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered an... PABLO NERUDA I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are... PABLO NERUDA Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos PABLO NERUDA We must dream our way. PABLO NERUDA Hoy es hoy, y ayer se fue. No hay duda. PABLO NERUDA Love brought its tail of pains, its long static beam of thorns, and we close our eyes so t... PABLO NERUDA Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo... PABLO NERUDA I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. PABLO NERUDA En tu abrazo yo abrazo lo que existe, la arena, el tiempo, el árbol de la lluvia, y todo ... PABLO NERUDA Non t'amo come se fossi rosa di sale, topazio o freccia di garofani che propagano il fuoco: PABLO NERUDA Amore, quante strade per giungere a un bacio, che solitudine errante fino alla tua compagnia! PABLO NERUDA Cuando yo muera quiero tus manos en mi ojos: quiero la luz y el trigo de tus manos amadas ... PABLO NERUDA Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso, qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía! PABLO NERUDA I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems o... PABLO NERUDA A tu amor no puedo renunciar sin morirme. PABLO NERUDA LVI Не те обичам аз, защото те обичам много, от толк�... PABLO NERUDA XVI I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, PABLO NERUDA El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor. Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre tu coraz... PABLO NERUDA No te vayas por un minuto, bienamada, porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos que yo... PABLO NERUDA De pena en pena cruza sus islas el amor y establece raíces que luego riega el llanto, y n... PABLO NERUDA Veo en tu vida todo lo viviente. PABLO NERUDA Juntos tú y yo, amor mío, sellamos el silencio, PABLO NERUDA En esta historia sólo yo me muero y moriré de amor porque te quiero, porque te quiero, a... PABLO NERUDA De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas ha... PABLO NERUDA It’s today: all of yesterday was falling between fingers of light and sleepy eyes, PABLO NERUDA Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand, oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence:<... PABLO NERUDA Pero solo tu voz escucho y sube tu voz con vuelo y precisión de flecha, baja tu voz con g... PABLO NERUDA Dos amantes dichosos no tienen fin ni muerte, nacen y mueren muchas veces mientras viven, ... PABLO NERUDA Sabrás que no te amo y que te amo puesto que de dos modos es la vida, la palabra es un al... PABLO NERUDA Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos, juntos desde la ropa a las raíces, juntos de otoño, de a... PABLO NERUDA And now, beloved, through the crackling sea we return like blind birds PABLO NERUDA I crown you, small monarch of my bones, PABLO NERUDA Sonnet LXV" Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just a... PABLO NERUDA So close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my sleep. PABLO NERUDA Through the mountains you go as a breeze comes PABLO NERUDA I cannot quit your love without dying. PABLO NERUDA I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no ... PABLO NERUDA You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyes and I look... PABLO NERUDA Before loving you, love, nothing was mine: I hesitated through the streets and things: not... PABLO NERUDA They lie those that say I lost the moon, those that prophesized my fate of sand, they asse... PABLO NERUDA العشّاق الآخرون يرغبون بالعيش مع عينيّ محبوباتهم، أما ... PABLO NERUDA He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tier... PABLO NERUDA No one will retrieve my lost heart amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness of the su... PABLO NERUDA I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory. In empty houses I entered with a ... PABLO NERUDA My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold, my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on y... PABLO NERUDA You will fall with me as a stone in the grave PABLO NERUDA I know you exist not just because your eyes fly and give light to things like an open window PABLO NERUDA Todo era de los otros y de nadie, hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza llenaron el otoño de regalos. PABLO NERUDA from that terrible love the soft pure hands gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses. PABLO NERUDA Of so much moon were your hips to me, of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight, of s... PABLO NERUDA I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searc... PABLO NERUDA I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where, I love you directly without problems ... PABLO NERUDA Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe, PABLO NERUDA Te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. PABLO NERUDA