Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?
Interpretation
The quote suggests a contemplation on the nature of dreams and aspirations, questioning whether they are found within us or in the distant future.
Pablo Neruda's quote invites us to reflect on our aspirations and the concept of fulfillment. The metaphor of the rainbow, often associated with hope and beauty, raises the question of whether our deepest desires are rooted in our inner selves or if they lie perpetually out of reach on the horizon. It emphasizes the duality of our search for happiness, suggesting that what we seek might be both an internal journey and an external pursuit.
In practice
In a graduation speech about pursuing your dreams and internal aspirations.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.β - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
My social philosophy may be said to be enshrined in three words: liberty, equality and fraternity. Let no one, however, say that I have borrowed by philosophy from the French Revolution. I have not. My philosophy has roots in religion and not in political science. I have derived them from the teachings of my Master, the Buddha.
O Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but are, in very deed, Ghosts!
We may not agree with what religions are trying to teach us, but we can admire the institutional way in which they're doing it.
People no longer try to decipher the mystery of life but choose instead to be a part of it.
The supreme mystery of despotism, its prop and stay, is to keep men in a state of deception, and with the specious title of religion to cloak the fear by which they must be held in check, so that they will fight for their servitude as if for salvation.
From what may anyone be saved? Only from themselves! That is, their individual hell. They dig it with their own desires.
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