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1. “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.”

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

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

4. “Love is the mystery of water and a star.” 

5. “Every day you play with the light of the universe.” 

6. “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.” 

7. “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride. I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” 

8. “Then love knew it was called love and when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.” 

9. “He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.”

10. “Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”

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

12. “I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” 

13. “And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.” 

14. “Love! Love until the night collapses!” 

15. “Laughter is the language of the soul.”

16. “A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.”

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

18. “In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.”

19. “So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.”

20. “There is no insurmountable solitude.”

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

22. “By night, love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.”

23. “All paths lead to the same goal, to convey to others what we are.”

24. “You can crush the flowers, but you can’t stop the spring.”

25. “In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.”

26. “We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.”

27. “Only do not forget, if I wake up crying, it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child, hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.”

28. “Loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.”

29. “In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you. Love, in fire and in blood.”

30. “We must dream our way.”

31. “Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.”

32. “Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”

33. “Tonight I can write the saddest lines, I loved her and sometimes she loved me too.”

34. “I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.”

35. “But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.”

36. “And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.”

37. “Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?”

38. “When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me, it was the only thing they knew.”

39. “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”

40. “Let us forget with those who cannot love us.”

41. “Deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.”

42. “If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned.”

43. “Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.”

44. “Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.”

45. “Love is brief. Forgetting lasts so long.”

46. “At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined.” 

47. “You are like nobody since I love you.” 

48. “Well, now if little by little you stop loving me, I shall stop loving you. Little by little, if suddenly you forget me, do not look for me. For I shall already have forgotten you.”

49. “Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that’s why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.”

50. “Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.”

51. “To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.”

52. “Does he who is always waiting, suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?”

53. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.”

54. “Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.”

55. “I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.” 

56. “We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things. It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”

57. “Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour.”

58. “Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?” 

59. “I love you only because it’s you the one I love. I hate you deeply, and hating you bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you is that I do not see you but love you blindly.”

60. “I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.”

61. “About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you.”

62. “I need the sea because it teaches me.”

63. “Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I’m going to turn it into hope.”

64. “Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.”

65. “Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.”

66. “Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying and every day on the balcony of the sea wings open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning.”

67. “This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly.”

68. “He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.” 

69. “Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.”

70. “In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”

71. “You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star like, as distant, as true.”

72. “I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”

73. “But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.”

74. “I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.”

75. “Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?”

76. “Because of you, in gardens of blossoming. Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face. I no longer remember your hands, how did your lips feel on mine?”

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

78. “The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.”

79. “Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to die in the apple?”

80. “Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

81. “The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.”

82. “What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?”

83. “He who does not know the Chilean forests, does not know the planet.”

84. “What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?”

85. “I say love, and the world populates itself with doves.”

86. “I love you like the plant that does not bloom and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers.”

87. “Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?”

88. “I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.”

89. “And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.”

90. “I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.”

91. “Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.”

92. “Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.”

93. “I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.”

94. “Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train.”

95. “We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.”

96. “Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.”

97. “You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and like this I need you.”

98. “Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.”

99. “Of everything I have seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.”

100. “In the distance, someone is singing.”

101. “Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.”

102. “Love has to be, flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.”

103. “Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss which falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of a true love.”

104. “Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known?”

105. “Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.”

106. “Perhaps the world can teach us as when everything seems dead but later proves to be alive.”

107. “And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.”

108. “If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live.”

109. “There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.”

110. “Sometimes I get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.”

111. “Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because—I don’t know how to say it, a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

112. “Why is it so hard, the sweetness of the heart of the cherry? Is it because it must die or because it must carry on?”

113. “And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.”

114. “From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.”

115. “My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.”

116. “Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?”

117. “Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.”

118. “Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.”

119. “Let’s try and avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.”

120. “Poetry is an act of peace.”

121. “It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.”

122. “The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading, but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought. Deep freighted with truth and beauty.”

123. “I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.”

124. “For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.”

125. “A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don’t slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.”

126. “The books that help you most are those which make you think the most.”

127. “A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.”

128. “Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.”

129. “The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.”

130. “I want to see thirst in the syllables. Tough fire In the sound. Feel through the dark for the scream.”

131. “I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.”

132. “In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.”

133. “If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.”

134. “While I’m writing, I’m far away and when I come back, I’ve gone.”

135. “What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.”

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

137. “You still flowered in songs, you still broke the currents. Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.”

138. “I don’t want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day.”

139. “Bitter love, a violet with it’s crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?”

140. “This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we’ve only just now been born, let’s not fill our mouths with so many uncertain names, with so many sad labels, with so many pompous letters, with so much yours and mine, with so much signing of papers.”

141. “Maybe someone will know I didn’t weave crowns to draw blood, that I fought against mockery, that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves.”

142. “When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?”

143. “Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?”

144. “I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again. I was the owner of my own darkness.”

145. “Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?” 

146. “In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”

147. “I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.”

148. “Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness and the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.”

149. “With your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.”

150. “He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.”


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