{"author":"Pablo Neruda","author_id":"Pablo+Neruda","total_quotes":146,"quotes":[{"text":"Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["forgetting","heartbreak","inspirational","living","love","moving-on"],"id":3493,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"So close that your hand upon my chest is mine,so close that your eyes close with my sleep.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["connection","mine"],"id":5053,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["kiss","kisses","love","passion","passionate","volcano","volcanos"],"id":7847,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues,the journeys go and come between honey and pain.No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,or action, or silence, or honor:life is like a stone, a single motion,a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metalthat climbs or descends burning in your bones.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["memories","pablo-neruda","poetry"],"id":8639,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["desire","dignity","hope","human-rights","justice","patience","poetry"],"id":9818,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"Over your breasts of motionless current,over your legs of firmness and water,over the permanence and the prideof your naked hairI want to be, my love, now that the tears arethrowninto the raucous baskets where they accumulate,I want to be, my love, alone with a syllableof mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["love","women"],"id":13124,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"So that you will hear memy wordssometimes grow thinas the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.Necklace, drunken bellfor your hands smooth as grapes.And I watch my words from a long way off.They are more yours than mine.They climb on my old suffering like ivy.It climbs the same way on damp walls.You are to blame for this cruel sport.They are fleeing from my dark lair.You fill everything, you fill everything.Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,and they are more used to my sadness than you are.Now I want them to say what I want to say to youto make you hear as I want you to hear me.The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.You listen to other voices in my painful voice.Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.But my words become stained with your love.You occupy everything, you occupy everything.I am making them into an endless necklacefor your white hands, smooth as grapes.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["anguish","companionship","despair","loneliness","love","so-that-you-will-hear-me"],"id":14879,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["atmosphere","june","light","love-poetry","poetry","silence","summer"],"id":32770,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["child","play"],"id":37318,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"},{"text":"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.","author":"Pablo Neruda","tags":["love","poetry"],"id":39934,"author_id":"Pablo+Neruda"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":146,"pages":15,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}