Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

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  • pablo picasso (4/19/2018 1:44:00 PM)

    HORRIBLE WHO TALKS ABOUT A DOG DYING

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  • Bibin (4/17/2018 7:11:00 AM)

    Love is true

  • Isabel hello (4/8/2018 4:11:00 AM)

    Stupid song

  • Rajesh Ranjan (4/6/2018 12:13:00 PM)

    very nice

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  • narayanan namboodiri (3/21/2018 9:10:00 PM)

    wonderful world

  • Chelsey (3/14/2018 8:40:00 PM)

    See your pomes.

  • gugulethu (3/14/2018 12:47:00 PM)

    l do not love you except because l love you

  • Pablo Neruda (3/4/2018 4:56:00 PM)

    gracias por todos los comentarios

Best Poem of Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

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,...

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In My Sky At Twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

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