He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But o...
Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.
There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.
To write good poems is the secret of brevity.
We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.
Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.
Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.
Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.
Total knowledge is annihilation Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel The world sensed only through senses And immune to the knowledge without feeling.
Oblivion cures the old wounds.
He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.
If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.
Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; When everything is silent and perfect, There is just perfection and nothing To fill the air.