#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.

[equilibriocomunicativo]

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

Pablo Neruda, Crepusculario.

[aburningsoulforlove]

🖤 te amo y te amaré

[usefulquotes7]

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

[mournfulroses]

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

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

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

– Pablo Neruda

[perfectquote]

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

[whateverbrunettewants]

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

[thoughtkick]

…At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined…

Pablo Neruda, “Rain (Rapa Nui)”

[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,”]

[die-rosastrasse]

- Pablo Neruda, from Sonnet XVII

[trogo-auto-egocratico]

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

Pablo Neruda.

[equilibriocomunicativo]

I don't want to sleep without your eyes, I don't want to be without you looking at me: I change the spring because you keep looking at me.

[aburningsoulforlove]

[nobeerreviews]

In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.

-- Pablo Neruda

[stay-close]

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair