Pablo Neruda

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

Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

You are like nobody since I love you.

I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

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

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 wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

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

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

Love! Love until the night collapses!