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Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest

Birth of date:1904 Death: 1973 Through the poem Neruda's disfigured souls were released. Neruda Pablo has shown us how heartwarming and appealing the poet is. This is a poet, a diplomat and a political

Today I am reading sonnet XVI from Pablo Neruda's collection 100 Love Sonnets. Neruda, a Chilean poet, wrote an incredible amount of poetry during the early to mid-1900s. Much of his work has not been

Greetings friends of Steemit. I hope you are having a great day! Yesterday, while watching television, I found a series about Pablo Neruda, I saw it from the middle and it occurred to me to draw it and

Saludos amigos de Steemit. ¡Espero estén teniendo un gran día! Ayer mientras veía la televisión me encontré con una serie acerca de Pablo Neruda, la vi desde la mitad y se me ocurrió dibujarlo y plasmar

"You can cut all the flowers, but you can't stop the springs." -Pablo Neruda

"You can cut all the flowers,but you can't stop the springs." -Pablo Neruda

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger

“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 For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad

I am reciting this poem in a wedding tomorrow and I thought what better way to help really solidify it in memory then to share it on steemit! My Queen, how beautiful to follow the path of your small

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos". El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.