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Neruda is my favorite poet, this poem is that he's my favorite poem.
In another poem, Neruda had written: "Why do I feel sad and when you are away from all the sudden arrival of love will do", so now I will be so fond of his "silent, as if you absent. "
Boccaccio also discussed this issue: two women also fell in love with a young, brave confession of a woman his own state of mind, and the other woman is not far to stop before the woman which is more love in the end the young man? Some say that love will be your courage, when you love someone, you would do anything for him, fearless. But all loved the people know, when you thinking about a person, he will ask terrifying fear of people know ... ...
Yes, Love can make you fearless, too, love people worry about the outcome. What kind of love a little further what kind of love a little more shallow, with a logical argument Boccaccio completed his paper, Neruda was caught by tentacles mind the answer. One is just on paper, more than an affectionate banter; a love, singing, sensitive awareness that what he loves. Such love with a poet mouth feel humble, and he asked her to put him as long as the air, "Let me in your silence"; because she is so rich, "filled with my soul", that he becomes not exist, he can pretend she does not exist. Only when she seemed to not exist, he could emerge in the surface of things - as the representation of silence - "Let me take your silence and speak to you."
Ai Lvya lover singing "She has the shape of my hand, she has my eye color," Bian luxury lovers to "embrace the shape of the" Shu Ting Jieao have to stand together shoulder to shoulder with the oak, and only dare to own the same Neruda in the "Your Silence" Zhang said ... ... just like it, "she became very, very low, low to the dust"; but I had no opportunity to look at you as if no matter how people have only enough Angtou chest see the Milky Way's spiral arm, "You like the night, the silence and the stars."
In this way, Neruda loved the girl quiet, silent, silent, even more than she had been dead for her so that they are sad and distant love with her, even too much so that he does not stop in front of women, but also not to mention the dust out from the flower; he carefully to such an extent, a clean crystal of the harsh, let his love, there is only love ... ...
Two people sitting in silence, is the love, the only way was silent, love other things will not be diluted; such as daily necessities, such as the identity and color, such as the shape of the lips, such as may be the bickering and disappointment.
Poem, Neruda and night with the dream of the butterfly analogy lovers. Does not exist because the dream, the butterfly is beautiful; the night is dark blue, the stars brighter, the color more blue.
Some say: "truly love a person, is in love with his shortcomings." The extent of Neruda love has come to love him is not the time. As those who can not forget first love, because the dead, "distant and sad," but people "feel happy, because it not true happiness" ... ..