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You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.
Pablo Neruda
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Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
Author
Autobiographer
Diplomat
Lyricist
Poet
Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
Neftalí Reyes Basoalto
Pamplo Nerouda
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Bāblū Nīrūdā
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Nieluda
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Neftali Reyes Basualto
Neftali Reyes Basoalto
Neftali Ricardo Reyes
Neftalí Reyes Basualto
Pāplō Nerūda
Flowers
Spring
Flower
Stop
Love
Crush
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I do not love you-except because I love you I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.
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To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
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Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.
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Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
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Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
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And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
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We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.
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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.
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I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you
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Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.
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What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
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Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
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Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.
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