Pablo Coelho Poems
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.
Paulo CoelhoTrue love allows each person to follow his or her own path, aware that doing so can never drive them apart.
Paulo CoelhoYou can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.
Paulo CoelhoThe wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.
Paulo CoelhoIf you start by promising what you don't even have yet, you'll lose your desire to work towards, getting it.
Paulo CoelhoYou have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.
Paulo CoelhoNo one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone's eyes.
Paulo CoelhoI think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we're alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.
Paulo CoelhoTell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.
Paulo CoelhoLove
What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.
What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.
And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.
Paulo CoelhoTime does not always pass at the same speed. We are the ones who determine that speed.
Paulo CoelhoThere are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Pablo PicassoThe two worst strategic mistakes to make are acting prematurely and letting an opportunity slip; to avoid this, the warrior treats each situation as if it were unique and never resorts to formulae, recipes or other people's opinions.
Paulo CoelhoA warrior of light knows that he will hear an order in the silence of his heart that will guide him.
Paulo CoelhoFew take up the burden of their own victory: most give up their dreams when they become impossible.
Paulo CoelhoThe Lord listens to the pryers of those who ask to be able to forget hatred, but is deaf to those who want to flee love.
Paulo CoelhoI opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded my house and love flooded my soul.
Paulo CoelhoI crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Don't go far off, not even for a day
Don't go far off, not even for a day,
Because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
And I will be waiting for you, as in
An empty station when the trains are
Parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then
The little drops of anguish will all run together,
The smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
Into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
On the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
Into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for
A second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
Have gone so far I'll wander mazily
Over all the earth, asking, will you
Come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Tower Of Light
O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife
of the Oceanian wind, O separate rose
from the long stem of the trampled bush
that the depths, converted into archipelago,
O natural star, green diadem,
alone in your lonesome dynasty,
still unattainable, elusive, desolate
like one drop, like one grape, like the sea.
