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Unconquered: In this generation, you can’t go three steps without bumping into...

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 01:06:52 -0400

Unconquered: In this generation, you can’t go three steps without bumping into...:

In this generation, you can’t go three steps without bumping into someone with a serious psychological or physiological disorder. The older generation says, ‘Grow up, would you? I had it so much worse!’ And all because they’re too proud (and of what?) to admit they’re ashamed of the fact that,…

"Bring them all to where I am waiting for you; we shall always be alone, we shall always be you and..."

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:27:59 -0400

“Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life”

- Pablo Neruda, Always (via fuckyeahneruda)

"Love is the mystery of water and a star"

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:27:47 -0400

“Love is the mystery of water and a star”

- Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)

"my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own..."

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:24:09 -0400

“my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing”

- Ode to Poetry, Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)

"No book has been able to wrap me in paper, to fill me up with typography, with heavenly imprints or..."

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:24:02 -0400

“No book has been able
to wrap me in paper,
to fill me up
with typography,
with heavenly imprints
or was ever able
to bind my eyes,
I come out of books to people orchards
with the hoarse family of my song,”

- Ode to the Book, Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)

"Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:23:53 -0400

“Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”

- Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)

"That’s why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be..."

Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:23:43 -0400

“That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.”

- Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)

"Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude. Hour that is mine from among them..."

Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:05:53 -0400

“Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
Hour that is mine from among them all
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
Such a passion of weeping tied to my body.”

- Pablo Neruda, Thinking Tangling Shadows (via fuckyeahneruda)

"my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own..."

Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:05:41 -0400

"That’s why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be..."

Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:05:34 -0400

"That’s why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be..."

Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:00:24 -0400

"Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel I have lost her...."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 23:04:41 -0500

“

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered, and she is not with me.

This is all.
In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same the same trees.
We, we who were, are the no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her ear.

”

- Pablo Neruda, The Saddest Lines (via fuckyeahneruda)

"I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting so long...."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 23:04:38 -0500

“

I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms,
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,
and these the last verses that I write for her.

”

- Pablo Neruda, The Saddest Lines (via fuckyeahneruda)

"No one else will sleep with my dream, love. You will go we will go joined by the waters of time. No..."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 23:04:24 -0500

“No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.”

- Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)

"And good, this danger is danger of love, of complete love for all life, for all lives, and if this..."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 23:04:13 -0500

“And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.”

- Pablo Neruda, And Because Love Battles (via fuckyeahneruda)

"Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit and went down, aspect and power, into the..."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 23:04:06 -0500

“Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit
and went down, aspect and power, into the earth:
We are its continuing light,
its indestructible, fragile seed.”

- Pablo Neruda, Who Ever Desired Each Other As We Do (via fuckyeahneruda)

"We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night..."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 23:03:22 -0500

“

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?

Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

”

- Pablo Neruda, Clenched Soul (via fuckyeahneruda)

"And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea like two blind birds to their wall, to their..."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 22:53:00 -0500

“And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
like two blind birds to their wall,
to their nest in a distant spring:”

- Pablo Neruda, Sonnet 33 (via fuckyeahneruda)

"My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging..."

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 22:52:54 -0500

“My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.”

- Pablo Neruda, Your Laughter (via fuckyeahneruda)

"Love cannot always fly without resting"

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 22:46:35 -0500

“Love cannot always fly without resting”

- Pablo Neruda, Sonnet 33 (via fuckyeahneruda)