Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.
I am everybody and every time,
I always call myself by your name.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
Pablo NerudaI love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo NerudaTag: love love-quotes
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 NerudaУмира бавно този…
който не пътува, който не чете и не слуша музика, който не открива очарование в себе си.
Умира бавно този… който разрушава себелюбието си, който отказва помощта, който не търси разнообразие.
Умира бавно този… който се превръща в роб на навика, минавайки всеки ден по същите пътеки, който не рискува да се облече в различен цвят и не разговаря с непознати.
Умира бавно този… който бяга от страстта и водовъртежа на чувствата, които връщат блясъка в очите и спасяват тъжните сърца.
Умира бавно този… който не променя живота си, когато е недоволен от работата или любовта си, който не рискува сигурността за неизвестното, за да преследва една мечта, който не се решава поне веднъж в живота си да избяга от мъдрите съвети.
Не умирай бавно… Живей днес! Рискувай днес! Действай днес! Не се оставяй да умираш бавно! Не забравяй да бъдеш щастлив!
En un beso sabrás todo lo que he callado
Pablo NerudaThis time is difficult, wait for me:
we will live it out vividly.
Give me your small hand:
we will rise and suffer,
we will feel and rejoice.
We are once more the pair
who lived in bristling places,
in harsh nests in the rock.
This time is difficult, wait for me
with a basket, with a shovel,
with your shoes and your clothes.
Now we need each other
not only for the carnations' sake,
not only to look for honey:
we need our hands
to wash with and to make fire,
and so let our difficult time
stand up to infinity
with four hands and four eyes.
With a chaste heart
With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty
Holding the leash of blood
So that it might leap out and trace your outline
Where you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf
In aromatic loam, or in sea music
Beautiful nude
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
Your ears, small shells
Of the splendid American sea
Your breasts of level plentitude
Fulfilled by living light
Your flying eyelids of wheat
Revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes
The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
Burnished gold
Fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
Flowering fire
Open chandelier
A swelling fruit
Over the pact of sea and earth
From what materials
Agate?
Quartz?
Wheat?
Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
The cleavage of one petal
Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained
Astonished
The fine and firm feminine form
It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body
Yet suffocate itself
So much is clarity
Taking its leave of you
As if you were on fire within
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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