I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the joy of connection and conversation, enhanced by the presence of good wine.
Pablo Neruda highlights the intimate moments shared between people during conversation, suggesting that good wine serves as a catalyst for deeper communication. The 'light of a bottle of intelligent wine' symbolizes not only the quality of the wine but also the warmth and brightness that good company brings, enriching relationships through shared experiences.
In practice
This quote can be used during a toast at a wedding reception.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.β - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.
Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there.
The most powerful hallucinogen in this planet is called Love. Highly Addictive! You will see and hear things that don't exist!
Love God, love your neighbors, and do stuff!
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.
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