Blogs about: Pablo Neruda
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It means shadows
What hope to consider, what pure foreboding, what definitive kiss to bury the heart, to submit to the origins of homelessness and intelligence, smooth and sure over the eternally troubled waters? What… more →
Black Eternal
Esti propriul tau rezultat
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g1b2i3 wrote 1 week ago: Nu arunca vina asupra nimanui,nu te plange niciodata de cineva sau ceva In fond,ai facut ce ai vrut … more →
"Poate că eu n-am trăit viaţa mea, poate am trăit viaţa altora... "
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g1b2i3 wrote 2 weeks ago: In 23 septembrie 1973 se stinge Pablo Neruda, poet chilian, laureat al Premiului Nobel pentru Lite … more →
It means shadows
blacketernal wrote 1 month ago: What hope to consider, what pure foreboding, what definitive kiss to bury the heart, to submit to th … more →
Pablo Neruda - Cine moare
yang7 wrote 2 months ago: Moare câte puţin cine se transformă în sclavul obişnuinţei, urmând în fiecare zi aceleaşi t … more →
Ramura furata (de Pablo Neruda)
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calatorru wrote 3 months ago: Ne vom strecura noaptea sa furam o ramura inflorita. Vom sari zidul in intunericul unei gradini str … more →
Pădurea chiliană şi melancolia
blacketernal wrote 5 months ago: …Parfumata, tăcuta, încîlcita pădure chiliană se află pretutindeni, la poalele vulcanilo … more →
Ode to wine
blacketernal wrote 5 months ago: Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry c … more →
The Weary One
blacketernal wrote 6 months ago: The weary one, orphan of the masses, the self, the crushed one, the one made of concrete, the one wi … more →
Some beasts
blacketernal wrote 6 months ago: It was the twilight of the iguana: From a rainbowing battlement, a tongue like a javelin lunging in … more →
Love Sonnet XI
blacketernal wrote 7 months ago: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread d … more →
Nothing But Death
blacketernal wrote 8 months ago: There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart movin … more →
Ode to onion
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ofsummer wrote 8 months ago: Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in th … more →
Lost in the forest
blacketernal wrote 9 months ago: Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was … more →
I am the Pablo Bird
blacketernal wrote 9 months ago: I am the Pablo Bird, bird of a single feather, a flier in the clear shadow and obscure clarity, my w … more →
Cine moare?
tanagra noise wrote 9 months ago: Moare cate putin cine se transforma in sclavul obisnuintei, urmand in fiecare zi aceleasi traiectori … more →
Walking around
blacketernal wrote 9 months ago: It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailor shops and movie house … more →
Poema 12
pinklollipop wrote 9 months ago: Pentru inima mea ajunge pieptul tãu, Pentru libertatea ta ajung aripile mele. De pe buzele mele va … more →
Cine Moare? de Pablo Neruda
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blueheart20 wrote 10 months ago: Moare cate putin cine se transforma in sclavul obisnuintei, urmand in fiecare zi aceleasi traiectori … more →
Come with me, I said, and no one knew (VII)
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles fo … more →
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