Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else'swhy I neglected his sadness or his love...But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone.Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of timethe cold heart of the clocks...
Pablo Neruda (1904 - 1973)
Source: Winter Garden (A Kagean Book) (Spanish Edition), Pages: 19 (For All To Know)
Contributed by: Tsuya
I am everybody and every time,I always call myself by your name.
I am a book of snow,a spacious hand, an open meadow,a circle that waits,I belong to the earth and its winter.
Source: Winter Garden (A Kagean Book) (Spanish Edition), Pages: 33 (Winter Garden)
I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
Contributed by: Serene
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved...in secret, between shadow and soul.
Contributed by: Deborah
Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew (VII)Come with me, I said, and no one knewwhere, or how my pain throbbed,no carnations or barcaroles for me,only a wound that love had opened.I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying,and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouthor the blood that rose into the silence.O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!That is why when I heard your voice repeatCome with me, it was as if you had let loosethe grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped winethe geysers flooding from deep in its vault:in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.
Contributed by: Julienne
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Source: Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair (Twentieth Century Classics), Pages: 79
Contributed by: Jeannette
Laughter is the language of the soul.
Source: The Simpsons (...Consider the Source :P )
Contributed by: Kyo
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
por qué se suicidan las hojas cuando se sienten amarillas?
Contributed by: aguacera
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