Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
Pablo NerudaTag: friendship loss sadness death mourning abandonment grief cancer
Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?
Pablo NerudaI don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.
Pablo NerudaEn un beso, sabrás todo lo que he callado.
Pablo NerudaI want to see thirst
In the syllables,
Touch fire
In the sound;
Feel through the dark
For the scream.
How do the oranges divide up
sunlight in the orange tree?
Am I allowed to ask my book
whether it's true I wrote it?
Whom can I ask what I came
to make happen in the world?
Oh, love is a journey with water and stars,
with drowning air and storms of flour:
love is a clash of lightnings,
two bodies subdued by one honey.
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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