Pablo Neruda Quotes - Page 3

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,
para recomenzar el infinito
y para no dejar de amarte nunca:
por eso no te amo todavía.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died
One word then, one smile is enough
And I'm happy; happy that it's not true

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,
and link by link, and step by step;
sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,
thrust them into my breast, into my hands,
like a torrent of sunbursts,
an Amazon of buried jaguars,
and leave me cry: hours, days and years,
blind ages, stellar centuries.

Si todos los rios son dulces
de donde saca sal el mar?

If all rivers are sweet
where does the sea get its salt?

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron
quw logre por fin encontrarme?

Was it where they lost me
that I finally found myself?

What will they say about my poetry
who never touched my blood?

Que diran de mi poesia
los que no tocaron mi sangre?

Como se acuerda con los pajaros
la traduccion de sus idiomas?

How is the translation of their languages
Arranged with the birds?

I hold a dramatic and romantic concept of life; What doesn't touch my senses means nothing to me

Έχω για τη ζωή μιαν αντίληψη δραματική και ρομαντική. Ο,τι δεν αγγίζει βαθιά την ευαισθη

Do you not hear the constant victory,
in the human footrace
of time, slow as fire,
sure, and thick and Herculean
accumulating its volume and adding its sad fiber?

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

I move in the university of the waves.

And the heart sounds like a sour conch,
calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic,
scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:
the sea reports sonorously
on its languid shadows, its green poppies.

Madre de piedra, espuma de los cóndores.

Alto arrecife de la aurora humana.

Pala perdida en la primera arena.

I remembered you with my soul clenched

How did the abandoned bicycle
win its freedom?

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas?

How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.” - Verb.

Y algo golpeaba en mi alma,
fiebre o alas perdidas,
y me fui haciendo solo,
descifrando
aquella quemadura
y escribí la primera línea vaga,
vaga, sin cuerpo, pura,
tontería
pura sabiduría
del que no sabe nada,
y vi de pronto
el cielo
desgranado
y abierto.