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.
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep emotional longing for a loved one, highlighting the connection between dreams and love.
In this quote, Pablo Neruda reflects on the profound emotional experience of love and longing. He conveys that when he wakes up in tears, it is a manifestation of the dreams he has where he feels like a lost child searching for the comfort and connection of a loved one. This imagery of innocence and vulnerability emphasizes the depth of his attachment and the pain of separation.
In practice
This quote can be used in a romantic card to express deep feelings for a partner.
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.
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.
I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.
The first thing I did when I sold my book was buy a new wedding ring for my wife and asked her to marry me all over again.
Love is the only thing that increases twofold every time it is shared.
Love is responsibility of an I for a You: in this consists what cannot consist in any feeling - the equality of all lovers.
Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
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