582 Quotes by Pablo Neruda

you, my friend, could be the smoke’s daughter,you who may not have known you were born of fire and rage,lightning over flaming lava etched your violet mouth,your sex in the scorched oak’s moss like a ring in a nest,your fingers there in the flames, your compact bodyrose from leaves of fire that make me recallthere were bakers in your family tree,you’re still the rainforest’s bread, ash from violent wheat,

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

Come see the cherry trees of a water constellationand the round key of the rapid universe,come touch the fire of instantaneous blue,come before its petals are consumed.

I move in the university of the waves.

I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

And that's how it was, that night,shadow and space, earthand time,something that runs and fallsand passes.And that's how all the nightsgo over the earth,leaving only a vagueblack odor.A leaf falls,a dropon the earthmuffles its sound,the forest sleeps, the waters,the meadows,the bells,the eyes.I hear you and you breathe,my love,we sleep.

Hay una estrella mas abiertaque la palabra 'amapola'?Is there a star more wide openthan the word 'poppy"?

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?