Pablo Neruda

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I explain a few things: I lived in a house with a view of the sea, in a neighborhood of Santiago, not far from the center.

I confess that I have lived.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.

The child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees, and then what the autumn does with the fallen leaves.

You are the one who arrived to live in my soul, like a bird that nests in a tree.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

I will return to my house, to my country, to my books, to my loves, and to my death.

I like you to be quiet. It is as if you were absent and you heard me from afar, and my voice did not touch you.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

You are like the night, with your silence and distance.

I am a book of love, written in the language of the sea.

I need the sea because it teaches me.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

My feet are in the sand and my head is in the stars.