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

Quote ― Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines ~ Pablo Neruda

"I remember you as you were in the last autumn.

You were the grey beret and the still heart.

In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.

And the leaves fell in the water of your soul..."

-- Pablo Neruda

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I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long. ~ Pablo Neruda

The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence...

Pablo Neruda.

LACPIXEL - 2020

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Just because it is Valentine's Day and I wanted to post this old shot of mine accompanied by Pablo Neruda ❤

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

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.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda"

♫ Mood - John Denver - Shanghai Breezes

Here I Love You

BY PABLO NERUDA

want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Durante un tiempo voy a estar ausente, no publicaré. Os visitaré siempre que pueda y comentaré vuestras fotos.

Un abrazo.

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Cebolla

luminosa redoma,

pétalo a pétalo

se formó tu hermosura,

escamas de cristal te acrecentaron

y en el secreto de la tierra oscura

se redondeó tu vientre de rocío.

……………………………………………………

Pablo Neruda

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” Pablo Neruda

Dedicated to the wonderful amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}. Your images are amazing and thank you for all the inspiration, girl.

B l a c k M a g i c

Ô petit empereur

sans univers

conquistador sans patrie

minuscule tigre de salon,

nuptial sultan du ciel

des tuiles érotiques

tu réclames le vent de l’amour

dans l’intempérie

quand tu passes

tu poses quatre pieds délicats

sur le sol

reniflant

te méfiant de tout ce qui est terrestre

car tout est immonde

pour le pied immaculé du chat.

(Ode au chat, Pablo Neruda)

Explore # 14

Oda al Tomate

La calle

se llenó de tomates,

mediodia,

verano,

la luz

se parte

en dos

mitades

de tomate,

corre

por las calles

el jugo.

En diciembre

se desata

el tomate,

invade

las cocinas,

entra por los almuerzos,

se sienta

reposado

en los aparadores,

entre los vasos,

las matequilleras,

los saleros azules.

Tiene

luz propia,

majestad benigna.

................

Pablo Neruda

it.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0xuOEBTWYg&feature=related

"Lentamente Muore"

Lentamente muore chi diventa schiavo dell'abitudine,

ripetendo ogni giorno gli stessi percorsi,

chi non cambia la marcia

chi non rischia e cambia i colori dei vestiti

chi non parla a chi non conosce.

Lentamente muore chi evita una passione,

chi preferisce il nero su bianco e i puntini sulle i

piuttosto che un insieme di emozioni;

proprio quelle che fanno brillare gli occhi,

quelle che fanno di uno sbadiglio un sorriso,

quelle che fanno battere il cuore

davanti all' errore ed ai sentimenti!

Lentamente muore

chi non capovolge il tavolo,

chi è infelice sul lavoro,

chi non rischia la certezza per l'incertezza, per inseguire un sogno

chi non si permette almeno una volta nella vita, di fuggire ai consigli sensati.

Lentamente muore chi non viaggia,

chi non legge,

chi non ascolta musica,

chi non trova grazia in sè stesso.

Lentamente muore chi distrugge l'amor proprio,

chi non si lascia aiutare,

chi passa i giorni a lamentarsi

della propria sfortuna o della pioggia incessante.

Lentamente muore

chi abbandona un progetto prima di iniziarlo,

chi non fa domande sugli argomenti che non conosce,

chi non risponde quando gli chiedono qualcosa che conosce.

Evitiamo la morte a piccole dosi,

ricordando sempre che essere vivo

richiede uno sforzo di gran lunga maggiore del semplice fatto di respirare!

Soltanto l'ardente pazienza

porterà al raggiungimento

di una splendida felicità.

C'è chi dice che sia della scrittrice brasiliana Martha Medeiros..chi dice che sia del Poeta cileno Pablo Neruda

A me piace molto ed ho voluto condividerla con voi....senza obbligo di lettura.....potete benissimo ignorarla!!!!

Grazie a tutti per la vostra gentilezza

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

--Pablo Neruda

SONETO XLIV

Hipstamatic tv shot

"The air

is like a river

which shakes

the silence.

It smells of rosemary,

of space

and roots..."

Excerpt from "Ode To Bird Watching," a poem by Pablo Neruda in recognition of his birthday yesterday.

From Pablo Neruda's study window.

It was a long time ago that i desired to see Machu Picchu. This

dream was realized in 2018.

This incredible Inca city perched in the mountains appeared to my amazed eyes after one day of fantastic hiking on the Inca trail.

It was late afternoon and an exceptional light bathed the entire site.

Finally, the sunset behind the mountains gave us a breathtaking view of the city.

How not to think about Pablo Neruda's poem "The Heights of Machu Picchu" and what he wrote elsewhere on Machu Picchu:

"Machu Picchu is a trip to the serenity of the soul, to the eternal fusion with the cosmos, where we feel our fragility.

It is one of the greatest marvels of South America. A resting place of butterflies in the epicentre of the great circle of life. One more miracle."

Machu Picchu - Peru

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Les Hauteurs de Machu Picchu

Il y a longtemps que je voulais voir le Machu Picchu. Ce rêve s'est réalisé en 2018.

Cette incroyable cité inca perchée dans les montagnes s'est découverte à mes yeux émerveillés à l'issue d'une journée de randonnée fantastique sur le Chemin de l'Inca.

On était en fin de journée et une lumière exceptionnelle baignait tout le site.

Pour finir, le coucher du soleil derrière les montagnes nous offrit une vue époustouflante sur la cité.

Comment ne pas penser au poème de Pablo Néruda "Les Hauteurs de Machu Picchu" et à ce qu'il a écrit par ailleurs sur le Machu Picchu :

« Machu Picchu est un voyage à la sérénité de l’âme, à la fusion éternelle avec le cosmos, là-bas nous sentons notre propre fragilité.

C’est une des plus grandes merveilles d’Amérique du Sud. Un havre de papillons à l’épicentre du grand cercle de la vie.

Un miracle de plus. »

Machu Picchu - Pérou

Is to love without measure

www.youtube.com/watch?v=f00fgKzRtdo

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.

So I love you because I know no other way than this ....

Pablo Neruda

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh993__rOxA

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...El gato,

sólo el gato

apareció completo

y orgulloso:

nació completamente terminado,

camina solo y sabe lo que quiere...

...Pero el gato

quiere ser sólo gato

y todo gato es gato

desde bigote a cola...

Pablo Neruda.

Un busto de Pablo Neruda, vigilante frente a su playa en Isla egra. Decía que su casa quería ser un barco con juguetes, de ahí la colección de mascarones que se pueden ver en su interior.

A bust of Pablo Neruda, watchman in front of his beach in Isla Negra. He said that his house wanted to be a boat with toys, hence the collection of masks that can be seen inside.

Un buste de Pablo Neruda, gardien devant sa plage à Isla Negra. Il a dit que sa maison voulait être un bateau avec des jouets, d’où la collection de masques que l’on peut voir à l’intérieur.

archive.org/stream/TheBookOfQuestions-English-PabloNeruda...

El libro de las Preguntas (39 Pablo Neruda

Flowers in poet Pablo Neruda's seaside house at Isla Negra, near Valparaiso, Chile.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,

the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

-Pablo Neruda

El es mi Rudy Camarón Redford,

es un gato guapo, pelirrojo rayado,

guerrero y guardian, el es el lider,

el es "el jefe"

"Oh fiera independiente

de la casa, arrogante

vestigio de la noche,

perezoso, gimnástico

y ajeno,

profundísimo gato,

policía secreta

de las habitaciones"

Pablo Neruda.

The blue house at top-centre is one of Pablo Neruda's three houses, called "La Chascona," now a museum and located in Santiago. For more information on Nobel prize winner Neruda, see en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda

"It was passed from one bird to another,

the whole gift of the day.

The day went from flute to flute,

went dressed in vegetation,

in flights which opened a tunnel

through the wind would pass

to where birds were breaking open

the dense blue air -

and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,

I stayed suspended and green

between sun and geography -

I saw how wings worked,

how perfumes are transmitted

by feathery telegraph,

and from above I saw the path,

the springs and the roof tiles,

the fishermen at their trades,

the trousers of the foam;

I saw it all from my green sky.

I had no more alphabet

than the swallows in their courses,

the tiny, shining water

of the small bird on fire

which dances out of the pollen."

Pablo Neruda

Il Mio Sito : imagofabulae.altervista.org/

Imago Fabulae

"Ti ricordo come eri nell'ultimo autunno.

....

Nei tuoi occhi lottavano le fiamme del crepuscolo.

E le foglie cadevano nell'acqua della tua anima".

(Pablo Neruda )

Arise | Clann

youtu.be/gfJyKq7zhhA?si=GT5QR_ERAAEXWRtU

“Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, lights, metals, where little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.”

by Pablo Neruda

here i came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying...and everyday on the balcony of the sea wings, open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning

- pablo neruda

Baby Blue Bokeh - Large On Black

-Pablo Neruda

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Si chaque jour

tombe dans chaque nuit

il existe un puits

ou la clarté se trouve enclose.

Il faut s'asseoir sur la margelle

du puits de l'ombre

pour y pêcher avec patience

La lumière qui s'y perdit.

Pablo Neruda

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... I wish I were an angel with beautiful white wings, because I believe that angels can do no wrong.

Your Laughter

Take bread away from me, if you wish,

take air away, but do not take from me

your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,

the lance flower that you pluck,

the water that suddenly

bursts forth in joy,

the sudden wave

of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh

and I come back with eyes

tired, at times from having

seen the unchanging earth,

but when your laughter enters

it rises to the sky seeking me

and it opens for me all

the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest

hour your laughter

opens, and if suddenly

you see my blood staining

the stones of the street,

laugh, because your laughter

will be for my hands

like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,

your laughter must raise

its foamy cascade,

and in the spring, love,

I want your laughter like

the flower I was waiting for,

the blue flower, the rose

of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,

at the day, at the moon,

laugh at the twisted

streets of the island,

laugh at this clumsy

boy who loves you,

but when I open

my eyes and close them,

when my steps go,

when my steps return,

deny me bread, air,

light, spring,

but never your laughter

for I would die.

-Pablo Neruda

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyv_DFzG2SI

(Something beautiful)

Wandering on a road

I found air.

I greeted it and said

with respect:

“I’m glad

for once you’ve left

your transparency,

so we can talk.”

Come with me,

we still have much

to dance and sing.

Let’s go

across the sea,

to the top of the hills.

Let’s go

where a new spring

is flowering

and in a bump from the wind

and the song,

let us give flowers away,

aroma,

fruit,

the air of tomorrow.

Excerpts from “An Ode to Air” by Pablo Neruda

youtu.be/lB6a-iD6ZOY?si=FKK4gQv-JjSKtpVx

Typeset by, misswhistle

Mirada perdida, en un lugar sin salida, pero descansando, el AMZ-51 da la bienvenida a los visitantes del Museo en Temuco.

Electrical Autorail "AMZ-51" made in italia in 1961, National Railway Museum "Pablo Neruda", Temuco, Chile.

archive.org/stream/TheBookOfQuestions-English-PabloNeruda...

If you want to read the question in English open the link. El libro de las Preguntas (39 )Pablo Neruda

University of Minnesota Landscape Arboretum

Purple Spring Flowers blossom

Los años de mi vida yo caminé buscándolas. (Tus Manos)

So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me.

Till then my windows ache.

Pablo Neruda

I Will Wait For You · Connie Francis

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR VISITS AND KIND WORDS OF SUPPORT. WHILE I AM WORKING ON MY PROJECT, I HAVE SO LITTLE TIME TO SPEND ON FLICKR, BUT YOU ARE NEVER FAR FROM THOUGHT. :)

Pablo Neruda connection: www.redpoppy.net/

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