#neruda quote

[trogo-auto-egocratico]

Mi perro ha muerto.

Lo enterré en el jardín

junto a una vieja máquina oxidada.

Allí, no más abajo,

ni más arriba,

se juntará conmigo alguna vez.

Ahora él ya se fue con su pelaje,

su mala educación, su nariz fría.

Y yo, materialista que no cree

en el celeste cielo prometido

para ningún humano,

para este perro o para todo perro

creo en el cielo, sí, creo en un cielo

donde yo no entraré, pero él me espera

ondulando su cola de abanico

para que yo al llegar tenga amistades.

Pablo Neruda.

Un perro ha muerto.

[aburningsoulforlove]

🖤 te amo y te amaré

[equilibriocomunicativo]

"In a kiss, you'll know everything I kept silence".

Pablo Neruda, Crepusculario.

[authenticity2025]

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Pablo Neruda

[mournfulroses]

Pablo Neruda, from Twenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair; "Leaning Into the Afternoons,"

[qvotext]

(source: qvotext)

[whateverbrunettewants]

“I love your feet because they walked upon the earth, upon the wind, and upon the waters, until they found me.”― Pablo Neruda

[bnmxfld]

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pablo Neruda / Tonight I Can Write

[thoughtkick]

Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Pablo Neruda

[nobeerreviews]

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.

-- Pablo Neruda

(Aarau, Switzerland)

[trogo-auto-egocratico]

“Me enamoré de la vida, es la única que no me dejará sin antes yo hacerlo”.

Pablo Neruda.

[aburningsoulforlove]

[feral-ballad]

Pablo Neruda, tr. by John A. Crow, from An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America; "Ode with a lament"

[Text ID: “Oh, girl among the roses,”]

[perfectquote]

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

– Pablo Neruda