@KH-uj6qu
love is so short,forgetting is so long.
@UndercoverChihuahua
"I no longer love her, that's certain....but maybe I love her" Jesus christ that hit so hard
@JoeJoe-b2d
The fact that he wrote this at only 20 years of age is mind blowing to me
@mayonnaise0987
I hate the fact that this screams my unspoken feelings rn for me... My own sadness refused to come out from my own mouth
@jeronimovanegasperez9579
"Don't do with love what a child does with his balloon. Once he has it, he doesn't care. Once it's gone, he cries." - Pablo Neruda
@leviefrauim1425
I love the speaker's voice. He does such a great job w/these readings. I imagine it similar to the voice of God.
@sebastianmahadeva7816
As a Chilean I can only say that it was a pleasant surprise to see Neruda here. 🇨🇱
@amarendraborah6941
"When you go to bed at night, have for your pillow three things- love,hope,and forgiveness! You will be awaken in the morning- a song in your heart!"
@ShiningMirror-LVB
The raw emotion in this poem captures the essence of heartbreak in such a profound way. Neruda’s ability to convey sorrow through simple yet powerful words is unmatched. A must-read for anyone dealing with loss.
@cupofteawithpoetry
Poetry is so powerful. Especially when someone with a voice like this is reading it!
@majdsahmarany3091
I am crying, but with no tears, cz I am at work.. yes I loved her, and yes she loved me, and yes we no longer talk to each other. her absence left scars that I know will never heal. and I think mine did the same to her. but why. why. how can i know that I will never love another person as much as i loved her, and still know that i can't be with her. how can i live my life knowing that I will never find another person with whom i'd feel joyful and full of life like i was with her, and know at the same time that we can't be together. how am i supposed to forget her, and i don't even want to. I have never believed in sadness. I never believed that sadness is true, that one can literally feel pain because of sadness, can lose interest in life altogether and everything it has to offer. I never knew that your favorite meal can taste as flavorless as water, and that your favorite sport would feel as joyless as laying down. I never knew what sadness was, until the day she travelled and decided that we shall never meet again, cutting all possible routes of communication, and telling me that she's moving on with her life, and that I should do the same; that she wishes me success and fulfillment in life cz that's what i deserve. I never knew what sadness was all about. I never knew what sadness was. I never knew sadness. and now the only thing I know is sadness. if you ever read this, if you ever come across anything left of me, please know that I loved you to my innermost bones, and that I will always do, but we were never right. we were never compatible. it was my problem that i told myself delusions about you, me , and us that were never true, about how compatible and inherently fit together we were, while knowing all along that we were not.. I kept repeating those delusions to myself until I got imprisoned by them, believed them, and certainly lived them. and what I am left with now is a sober sharp mind that is very aware of the delusional past i had, and an imprisoning memory that is the most vivid thing in my life. I am caught up swinging between a very realistic and pragmatic individual leading a great life in society and having a great professional life, and between a very far detached from reality nostalgic person who isn't being able to solve this dilemma. In retrospect, it was inevitable my dear Lynn. as sad as it is, it was inevitable. and I don't know how I will ever learn how or what to do with this dilemma, with this mountain of sadness that has deprived me of my senses and all joy or excitement. you were never right to me, but you were right exactly everything I loved about life. a letter to Lynn Abdulal, from Majd
@nelson6657
These are the most painful ways I can write Goodbyes She loved me sometimes, but never came Like the star that travels through the sky But no closer they come to us I felt the mist of her presence To me like nature’s perfume I loved her even when she was ugly To everyone, even to herself The wealth of cherished memories Blanked out by nature’s frolic But just as we try to change our skies We try to cross our oceans Our souls still with no change It’s time to revolve and break flows of other tidal waves I wished the night sky was mine Just as I wished it was her Even though we no longer will be together The full moon blesses us both And at least that we can share For it is a broken memory These are the most painful ways I can write Goodbyes There’s no sorry to chase No shooting star Null wishes from it dying The darkest part is when Reality is collapsing I wished love never changed But love is like it’s own person And with another person it will end up again Cherishing the last breath of the past As the failed artist Who failed at his craft Another creation and another task Will always be at hand
@hopespringseternal7038
many years ago, i made a list of all the qualitties i wanted in a man. shortly after this, i cleaned up my life, left a terrible person and moved in for a short time with my sister. her boyfriend brought home a friend after golf for a bbq. it was him. we are still together, and he is filled with integrity, honour, responsibility and love. i never had children, but we ended up with his youngest daughter's son at 3 weeks old to raise. he is 5 now, and my love and joy. when we make an effort, when we knock, when we try hard, it is noticed and rewarded. as my scottish gramma used to say, god doesn't answer in a fortnight....so for those reading and feeling lonely....do right and you will get right. much love and big hugs to you and all who read this. xoxoxo
@rocketsinghism
Neruda is my favorite poet, who paints the emotions, gesture & reality of life in words. Residence on this earth came alive by reading him. Tonight is every night, when I can or cannot write the saddest lines, but they remain with me, forever!
@eugenedegeorge5084
As an English major we studied Pablo Neruda in college. this is back in the seventies .so I'm glad I found him here. he's an excellent poet
@jspin6871
I've always loved this so much. Still breaks my heart 20 years later.
@RobG811
Some profound proverb I once heard went something like "If you truly love someone, they can never hurt you." It kind of blew my mind. A love that is so selfless and giving, that expects nothing in return. That even if the person you loved left by choice or through death or even cheated on you, it somehow wouldn't hurt you. That pain would be selfish focusing on "your" loss, and instead you would feel grateful and humble that you had any time at all with the person. And even if you did grieve over their loss, what is grief if not love trying to persevere?
@misguidedchild3381
17 years and four children...now it's over. "She loved me, sometimes." Thanks, RF, I needed to hear this; and now.
@Emotionsrecollected
Pablo Neruda has inspired me towards poetry, when I was in class 5th.I was sick and in bed ,there were textbooks of English of my elder brother in shelf.i draw one out of them it was poetry anthology .During my sick days I read all poems ,but the poem " tonight I write saddest lines"hit my soul as meteorite and was inclined towards poetry completely. Today my poetry book"flames of soul" has fragrance of Neruda as well. Thanks
@RedFrostMotivation