Pablo Neruda: Frasi in inglese (pagina 2)

“He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped”

“Sufre mas el que espera siempre
que aquel que nunca espero a nadie?

Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?”

“I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;”

“They can cut all the flowers, but they can't stop the spring…”

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”

“Laughter is the language of the soul.”

“And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.”

“It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”

“In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

“Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?”

“My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.”

“I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.”

“Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.”

“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness”

“In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”

“About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you”