Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?
Pablo NerudaTo harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.
Pablo NerudaI love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.
Pablo NerudaComo se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?
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