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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - pablo neruda

The Hand Through the Fence: Pablo Neruda on What a Childhood Encounter Taught Him About Writing and Why We Make Art | Brain Pickings

pablo neruda~ I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

El 23 de setembre de 1973 va morir Pablo Neruda a Xile, pocs dies després del cop d'estat de Pinochet contra el govern de Salvador Allende.

Pablo Neruda I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that 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 if I fall asleep."

Pablo Neruda was an amazing, Chilean poet and diplomat, whose penchant for finding beauty in both the ordinary and extraordinary is seemingly unparalleled. I had the opportunity to visit his homes in Chile. His eccentricity and his exuberance for living were so evident in everything he chose to surround himself with. It made me so happy and so does he. I hope I, too, always remain as young at heart :)

Pablo Neruda from Cat's Dream I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams.

Pablo Neruda, the second of my three favorite poets..."I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond."

" ... In short, without your presence: without your coming / suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: ... / through love I will be, you will be, we'll be."

“We the mortals touch the metals,the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,knowing they will go on, inert or burning,and I was discovering, naming all the these things:it was my destiny to love and say goodbye. Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day