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 Eternali.o.flavius wrote 10 hours ago: De ce Neruda la… PDS 2?… Nu numai fiindcă, într-un 12 iulie se năştea Ricardo Eliece … more →
Viorel wrote 1 month ago: EL LIBRO DE LAS PREGUNTAS Pablo Neruda 1. Por qué los inmensos aviones no se pasean con sus hijos? … more →
jinx wrote 1 month ago: Poezia mea preferata de la Pablo Neruda: I can write the saddest lines tonight. Write for example: ‘ … more →
theodel wrote 4 months ago: Tus pies Cuando no puedo mirar tu cara miro tus pies. Tus pies de hueso arqueado, tus pequeños pies … more →
brusturel wrote 4 months ago: Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,’The night is shattered and the … more →
g1b2i3 wrote 9 months ago: Nu arunca vina asupra nimanui,nu te plange niciodata de cineva sau ceva In fond,ai facut ce ai vrut … more →
g1b2i3 wrote 9 months ago: In 23 septembrie 1973 se stinge Pablo Neruda, poet chilian, laureat al Premiului Nobel pentru Liter … more →
blacketernal wrote 10 months ago: What hope to consider, what pure foreboding, what definitive kiss to bury the heart, to submit to th … more →
yang7 wrote 11 months ago: Moare câte puţin cine se transformă în sclavul obişnuinţei, urmând în fiecare zi aceleaşi traiectori … more →
calatorru wrote 1 year ago: Ne vom strecura noaptea sa furam o ramura inflorita. Vom sari zidul in intunericul unei gradini str … more →
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: …Parfumata, tăcuta, încîlcita pădure chiliană se află pretutindeni, la poalele vulcanilor, lîn … more →
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry c … more →
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: The weary one, orphan of the masses, the self, the crushed one, the one made of concrete, the one wi … more →
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: It was the twilight of the iguana: From a rainbowing battlement, a tongue like a javelin lunging in … more →
coordonator wrote 1 year ago: Moare cate putin cine se transforma in sclavul obisnuintei, urmand in fiecare zi aceleasi traiectori … more →
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread d … more →
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart movin … more →
Diana wrote 1 year ago: Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in th … more →
blacketernal wrote 1 year ago: Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was … more →