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“اصابعك قريبة مني ، تحوطني من كل جانب . كأصابع طفل صغير حوله نحلة ملونة تريدها وتخشاها ولا تطلقها ولا تمسكها ولكنها تنبض معها.”
― غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

“انتِ عندي شيء يستعصي النسيان ، انتِ نبية هذا الظلام الذي اغرقتني اغواره الباردة الموحشة وانا لا احبك فقط ولكنني اؤمن بك مثلما كان الفارس الجاهلي يؤمن بكأس النهاية يشربه وهو ينزف حياته . بل لاضعه كما يلي: اؤمن بك كما يؤمن الاصيل بالوطن والتقي بالله والصوفي بالغيب . لا كما يؤمن الرجل بالمرأة.”
― غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

“تردين ان تقولي ان روعة علاقتنا كانت في انها لم تكن؟”
― غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

“سأترك بيادر القش تلتهب في صدري وجسدي حتى يأتي ذات يوم تطفؤها فيه راحتاك”
― غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

“You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.”
― Pablo Neruda

“I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.”
― Brandi L. Bates, Soledad

“I taste you
in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba
that melts as slowly
as your kisses
in my mouth –
your eyes that explode in sunlight,
your humid, fluid voice
the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.”
― Bear Step, Island Flirtations

“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.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrows
loosens into the night the petals that form your form
let your clay limbs climb the silence and its pale ladder
rung by rung taking off with me in my dream.
I can sense you scaling the shade tree that sings to the
shadows.
Dark is the world’s night without you my love,”
― Pablo Neruda, Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems

“Woman, I would have been your child, to drink the milk of your breasts as from a well, to see and feel you at my side and have you in your gold laughter and your crystal voice.

To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and adore you in the sorrowful bones of dust and lime, to watch you passing painlessly by
to emerge in the stanza-cleansed of all evil.

How I would love you woman, how I would love you, love you as no one ever did!
Die and still
love you more.
And still
love you more
and more.”
― Pablo Neruda, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

“And I tell you that you should open yourselves to hearing an authentic poet, of the kind whose bodily senses were shaped in a world that is not our own and that few people are able to perceive. A poet closer to death than to philosophy, closer to pain than to intelligence, closer to blood than to ink.”
― Pablo Neruda, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

“I adore my own lost being, my imperfect substance”
― Pablo Neruda, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“as you come out of the sea, naked,
and return to the world full of salt and sun,
reverberating statue and sword of the sand.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda

“In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”
― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Every day you play with the light of the universe.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“I remembered you with my soul clenched”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?”
― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
― Leonardo da Vinci

“Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
― Roland Barthes

“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. The emotion derives from a double contact: on the one hand, a whole activity of discourse discreetly, indirectly focuses upon a single signified, which is "I desire you," and releases, nourishes, ramifies it to the point of explosion (language experiences orgasm upon touching itself); on the other hand, I enwrap the other in my words, I caress, brush against, talk up this contact, I extend myself to make the commentary to which I submit the relation endure. ”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“Ultimately — or at the limit — in order to see a photograph well, it is best to look away or close your eyes. 'The necessary condition for an image is sight,'Janouch told Kafka; and Kafka smiled and replied: 'We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.”
― Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography