While I'm writing, I'm far away;and when I come back, I've gone.

— Pablo Neruda

With a chaste heart With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty Holding the leash of bloods that it might leap out and trace your outline Where you lie down in my Ode As in a land of forests or in surfing aromatic loam, or in sea music Beautiful nude Equally beautiful your feet Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound Your ears, small shells Of the splendid American sea Your breasts of level plentitudeFulfilled by living light Your flying eyelids of wheat Revealing or enclosing The two deep countries of your eyes The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of Burnished goldmine alabaster To sink into the two grapes of your feet Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises Flowering fire Open chandelier swelling fruit Over the pact of sea and earth From what materials Agate? Quartz? Wheat? Did your body come together? Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills The cleavage of one petal Sweet fruits of a deep velvet Until alone remained Astonished The fine and firm feminine form It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body Yet suffocate itself So much is clarity Taking its leave of yours if you were on fire within The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

— Pablo Neruda

With kisses your mouth taught memo lips came to know fire.

— Pablo Neruda

With which stars do they go on speaking, the rivers that never reach the sea?

— Pablo Neruda

Ya no la fewer, ES Cairo, pro tail viz la fewer. Es tan Porto el armor, yes tan largo el Ovid.

— Pablo Neruda

Yo the AMO para calendar an apart, para recommender el infinity para no dear de apart Ñuñoa:POR ESO no the AMO Moldavia.

— Pablo Neruda

You are like nobody since I love you.

— Pablo Neruda

You are the trembling of time, that passes between vertical light and darkened sky,

— Pablo Neruda

You came to my life with what you were bringing, madeof light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments.

— Pablo Neruda

You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot keep spring from coming.

— Pablo Neruda