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Pablo Neruda

"Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread."

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"Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread."

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Akiroq Brost

"Let us decorate the world with the flowers of peace, love, and laughter."

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"I hope some day we will learn to use the power of love, not the power of gun and world will see the universal peace."

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"If you want peace, fill your mind with peaceful thoughts."

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"And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away."

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"The great mountains of wars and conflicts in the world can only be removed by picking up tiny stones of hatred and anger bit by bit. We must all be involved!"

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"You accept that this civilisation could be abolished and life will begin later on after a few thousand years because that is something that has happened in the history of this planet. When you have peace in yourself and accept, then you are calm enough to do something, but if you are carried by despair there is no hope."

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Akiroq Brost

"Set your peace freebefore your caged mind catchesyou again in another dream trapwhere you may loathe to be your own menace awaiting in hope of a war-less world !"

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"I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again."

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"I value peace when it is not bought at the price of fundamental decencies."

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Pablo Neruda
"Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land."
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"Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that formsthe fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweedsfilled your body with joy, and your luminous eyesand your mouth that has the smile of the water.A black yearning sun is braided into the strandsof your black mane, when you stretch your arms.You play with the sun as with a little brookand it leaves two dark pools in your eyes."
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"I know you exist not just because your eyes flyand give light to things like an open window."
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"I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees."
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"I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases....."
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"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
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"I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying,and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding,no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence.Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!"
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"Dark is the world's night without you my love."
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"To harden the earththe rocks took charge:instantlythey grew wings:the rocksthat soared:the survivorsflew upthe lightning bolt,screamed in the night,a watermark,a violet sword,a meteor.The succulentskyhad not only clouds,not only space smelling of oxygen,but an earthly stoneflashing here and therechanged into a dove,changed into a bell,into immensity, into a piercingwind:into a phosphorescent arrow,into salt of the sky."
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"And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me."
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