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I say love, and the world populates itself with doves.
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
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes
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
Doves
Dove
Love
World
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Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
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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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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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I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees
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my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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