“Desde hace mucho tiempo la tierra te conoce…” de Pablo Neruda perteneciente a “100 Sonetos de Amor “ Pueden leer, escuchar y descargar esta poesía visitando (Parallel Te… more →
Learning to learn Languagesmelancholyheart wrote 3 days ago: When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet … more →
cecilia wrote 3 days ago: From 100 Love Sonnets, by Pablo Neruda My beloved wife, I suffered while I was writing these misname … more →
Chica in the South wrote 6 days ago: It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day. The day went from flute to flute, … more →
B wrote 2 weeks ago: This poem by Neruda exemplifies the concept of the “metal phase” within the five phases: … more →
AlbaLearning wrote 3 weeks ago: “Desde hace mucho tiempo la tierra te conoce…” de Pablo Neruda perteneciente a … more →
David Thorley wrote 3 weeks ago: 5.03: My hair I feel is not long for this world. This isn’t me being maudlin or extravagant; I woke … more →
pagehall wrote 1 month ago: I think there’s a nice tension in this photo and that’s something I value. I don’t … more →
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evenshine wrote 1 month ago: Mara Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder’s hands, t … more →
despinarion wrote 1 month ago: Περνωντας τις προαλλες απο τον παγκο του Τζο του μαναβη, τι να δω! Εχει κατι ντοματες μμμμμουρλια. Τ … more →
derekcalavera wrote 1 month ago: i stood there silent in the concrete alas, alack and every engine i heard thereafter i wished was yo … more →
chennaicult wrote 1 month ago: The weary one, orphan of the masses, the self, the crushed one, the one made of concrete, the one wi … more →
wanderer wrote 1 month ago: This post is just an effort to put some of my favorite poems at one place. I will list some lines fr … more →
blue wrote 1 month ago: So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Nec … more →
williamakin wrote 1 month ago: i walk the midnight dark and drunken road up the backside of Crown Hill to find the poet is not ther … more →
zevstar wrote 1 month ago: Yesterday, I danced out with a bashful bride at the shore of the burning sundown ocean pacified at t … more →
yuanfen wrote 2 months ago: Pentru inima mea ajunge pieptul tãu, Pentru libertatea ta ajung aripile mele. De pe buzele mele va a … more →
srivani wrote 2 months ago: It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses … more →
T.C. Seward wrote 2 months ago: “Ode to thanks,” by Pablo Neruda Translated from the Spanish by Ken Krabbenhoft. Thanks … more →