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"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
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long. ~ Pablo Neruda
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"
Durante un tiempo voy a estar ausente, no publicaré. Os visitaré siempre que pueda y comentaré vuestras fotos.
Un abrazo.
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"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” Pablo Neruda
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
Dedicated to the wonderful amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}. Your images are amazing and thank you for all the inspiration, girl.
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)
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
"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
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.
SONETO XLIV
Sabrás que no te amo y que te amo
puesto que de dos modos es la vida,
la palabra es un ala del silencio,
el fuego tiene una mitad de frío.
Yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,
para recomenzar el infinito
y para no dejar de amarte nunca:
por eso no te amo todavía.
Te amo y no te amo como si tuviera
en mis manos las llaves de la dicha
y un incierto destino desdichado.
Mi amor tiene dos vidas para armarte.
Por eso te amo cuando no te amo
y por eso te amo cuando te amo.
Pablo Neruda
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
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
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
...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.
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.
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.
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
archive.org/stream/TheBookOfQuestions-English-PabloNeruda...
El libro de las Preguntas (39 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
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride; I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving.
Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets)
We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known...
Brené Brown
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Robert A. Heinlein
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
Jodi Picoult
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful day, stay well, keep your eyes open to appreciate the beauty around you, enjoy creating, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
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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
... 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)
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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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
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. :)
This poor flower was torn in half...its hidden side is missing, but it was such a beautiful red. I couldn't resist!
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing
I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side
And when you turned to me and smiled, It took my breath away.
~Eric Clapton~
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVsCBd_SXgY
Pablo Neruda connection: www.redpoppy.net/
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