100 Love Sonnets

"Abdit is a passionate love story of a great writer and poet from Latin America. He is a poet of the people who, until the last moment of his life, stood bravely beside his people through all the pains and sufferings. The support of the people can be seen in many of his poems, especially those written after the Spanish Civil War:

"I sing for the people, although the eyes of the villagers may not be able to read it
A moment will come when my house will be filled with joy
The sweetness that brings my life into motion will reach their ears
Then the pain-stricken eyes will open and the miner, still as hard as a stone, will smile
... Maybe they will say: This was from our friends."

His works are not only a reflection of his personal emotions but also a mirror of the social reality of that time. Through his poetry, he expresses the hopes, dreams, and struggles of the people, making him an important figure in the literary history of Latin America.

Neruda is the author of poems that I love not only more than anyone else, but that I even idolize when I read (and reread and reread and reread again) his verses. Ever since I was a boy, I always had one of his books, which I had stolen from my mother's bookstore, as a source of inspiration and dreamy sighs, for the love letters that when we are young we all write to our beloved. It is easy to break hearts in others using inspirations like these. Neruda does to love what love itself does to all of us. It takes us in a vortex of emotion and words so hot that they incinerate our heart and soul; certain verses dig so deeply into us that our eyes are almost wounded and the heart trembles at every end of the verse and we remain waiting for that dreamy sigh that closes the poem. Some poems are masterpieces that ooze love in every word and that color in our minds the images that the verses themselves write...

"Or the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes it dawns, and even my soul is wet. The sea sounds, resounds in the distance. This is a port. Here I love you."...

"Sometimes, like a coin a piece of sun would light up in my hands."...

"You will know that I do not love you and that I love you because life is in two ways, the word is a wing of silence, fire has a half of cold." These verses are for me, the apotheosis of love made poetry.

Really, Neruda and I are not compatible. I remember with frustration that I was assigned his autobiography "Confieso que he Vivido" in high school and I couldn't finish it because it was so boring. His poetry makes me despair. His constant allusions to wheat, bread, and the oven that raises the yeast make me think that he had a frustrated dream of being a baker. That or Matilde, his beloved, was a loaf of bread in another life. If at most I enjoyed two or three of the sonnets, that's a lot.

I have tried to understand his works, but they just don't speak to me. Maybe it's because I don't have the same life experiences as he did, or maybe it's because his writing style is just not to my taste. Whatever the reason, I can't help but feel that Neruda's works are overrated.

Despite my lack of appreciation for Neruda, I do recognize that he is an important figure in the history of literature. His works have inspired countless other writers and have had a significant impact on the literary world. I just wish that I could see what everyone else sees in his writing.

Exceptionally! Especially the poems of the "night"! It is impossible that there is no poem that does not "touch" you at least a little, even if you don't know much about poetry...

Poetry has a unique charm that can reach into the depths of our souls and evoke a wide range of emotions. The night, in particular, has always been a source of inspiration for poets. The darkness, the silence, and the mystery of the night provide a fertile ground for the imagination to run wild.

Whether it is a simple haiku or a long epic, a poem about the night can transport us to a different world, a world where we can feel the beauty and the sadness of life. It can make us think about our own existence, our relationship with the universe, and the meaning of it all.

So, the next time you find yourself in the middle of the night, take a moment to look up at the stars, listen to the silence, and let the poetry of the night "touch" you.