I leave you the best phrases of Jaime Sabines, Mexican poet and politician, and important exhibitor of his field in the 20th century. A native of Tuxla Gutiérrez, Chiapas, he was characterized by touching topics such as love and death, and was inspired by personalities such as Pablo Neruda and Federico García Lorca.
Likewise, he received several Mexican awards for his works such as the Elías Sourasky Prize and the National Prize for Sciences and Arts in Linguistics and Literature. You may also be interested in these phrases by Pablo Neruda.
-Then I understood that one should not live the poet, but the man.
-You don't have to cry death, it's better to celebrate life.
-Trees wait: don't wait, this is the time to live, the only one.
-I can be calling you silently until dawn.
-I remember you every moment, but you are impossible and I am not sad.
-Forgive me if I think I offend you sometimes when I step on a flower.
-Following the requirements of the moral in turn. I prescribe time, abstinence, solitude.
-They know that they know each other deeply when they wake up alone, naked and hugging.
-The poem is the moment when the thought of life is captured with the blood.
-Don't cry that he died; be glad that he lived.
-My heart undertakes from my body to your body one last journey.
-Have you seen a gesture of tenderness on the face of a sleeping madman?
-I want to eat with you, be with, love with you, want to touch you, see you.
-Love can be rewarding and touching, but also painful and unbearable.
-Despite being off, detached from you, I will continue to love you all eternity.
-I'm going somewhere else. And I take my hand, which writes and talks so much.
-The best words of love are between two people who do not say anything.
-I hope to be cured of you in a few days. I must stop smoking you, drinking you, thinking about you.
-I will repeat your name over and over again until the end of my days.
-Don't tell me where my eyes are, ask where my heart is going.
-Love unites bodies.
-A piece of moon in your pocket is a better charm than a rabbit's foot.
-The writers do not let you copy their style, if anything their freedom.
-Who could love you less than me, my love?
-I want to start an adventure from my heart to your body.
-Every time I feel myself growing in understanding and humility, I feel myself growing in poetry.
-My heart for days has wanted to sink under some caress, a word.
-Now give me your mouth: I want to eat it with your smile.
-You are my home, my life and my misery, I love you.
-I am going to follow your steps upward, from your feet to your thigh and your side.
-A poem is the expression of the heart, its truths about life.
-There is no place for the mystic that I am within the atheist that I represent.
-Love is the finest silence, the most trembling, the most unbearable.
-Love, every day. Here next to me, close to me, Miss you.
-Oh my love, I'm not sad, no, but I love you. It is a different way of suffering.
-You are like my house, you are like my death, my love.
-I am here, writing to you. You there, erasing yourself.
-Our glances merge in an intense contact.
-I want to be by your side, sleep with you, caress you, look at you, kiss you.
-Maybe it is sad to leave… but without leaving there is no return.
-Let's learn to make love like doves. Let us cry like children cry. It is still time to dawn next to the sun.
-I realize that I miss you and that I look for you among the people, in the noise, but everything is useless.
-Trees sway in the rain so harmoniously that it makes one want to be a tree.
-I am telling you that I am lonely and missing you. We miss each other, love, and we die and we will do nothing if we do not die.
-Just a sigh with the uncertainty of your tears, and once you die I will die with you.
-Poetry is omnipresent, you will see it wherever you travel, in anyone, and it will pleasantly surprise you.
-I'm terribly lonely. I need you. I can no longer defend myself against your absence and my loneliness.
-I would kiss you slowly, just brushing my lips, and I would say anything to you in a low voice, and I would fall asleep next to you.
-In what place, where, at what hour will you tell me that I love you? This is urgent because eternity is running out.
-It is not love that kills, it is you, your skin, your lips, your eyes, your soul. It kills me to be me without you.
-In that moment I felt that I loved you beyond the passion that is necessity, beyond the habit that is exercise.
-Those who love each other the most are those who have not finished discovering themselves, those who will never end.
- The fact that I walk with another does not mean that I stop walking with you. You are beyond all this, sweetie.
-You hold me in your hands and you read me like a book. You know what I don't know and you tell me the things I don't tell myself.
-When I become a little more generous, compassionate and tolerant, I feel like a better poet.
-I want you in my bed, in my room, in the intersection of our eyes, in the sheets that cover your body.
-The desire is that part of you that you can express with an intense look at the same time as innocent, bathed in the sea of joy.
-We would come hand in hand, in the middle of the street, alone, and we would not say anything. Let the night say so. Let them say that I love you the stars, the distant rumors, the distance.
-Mastly, unbearably, you hurt me. Take my head. Cut my neck. Nothing remains of me after this love.
-I love God. He is a magnificent old man who does not take himself seriously. He likes to play and play, and sometimes he runs out of hand and breaks our leg or permanently crushes us.
-I love you as you love certain loves, the old-fashioned way, with my soul and without looking back.
-If you survive, if you persist, sing, dream, get drunk. It is the time of cold: love, hurry. The wind of the hours sweeps the streets, the roads.
-It's not that I die of love, I die of you. I die of you, love, of love of you, of my urgency of my skin of you, of my soul, of you and of my mouth and of the unbearable that I am without you.
-Just like that, it is useless, neither the money nor anything I have. Not myself. I'm useless without you. I love u I'm yours. I am only good for wanting you, and loving you very much.
-I should have found you ten years before or ten years later… but you arrived on time.
-There is nothing I wanted more than to hate you, forget your smile and your nights of poetry, die, end now with the torture of your dying look.
-In front of the paper, I suffer your absence, I experience intense pain, and my only consolation is to write.
-In a week you can gather all the words of love that have been spoken on earth and you can set them on fire.
-It may be absurd, senseless, silly, disoriented or a dream, but I am in love with you.
-Poetry is a human event and you can find it anywhere, at any time, surprisingly.
-The moon can be taken by the spoonful or as a capsule every two hours. It is good as a hypnotic and sedative, and also relieves those who have been intoxicated with philosophy.
-You know how I tell you that I love you when I say: "how hot it is", "give me water", "do you know how to drive?", "It got dark"…
-Is it okay that I love you for just one week? It is not much, nor is it little, it is enough.
-Every day I love you and I hate you irremediably. And there are days too, there are hours, when I don't know you, when you're alien to me like someone else's wife.
-Someone spoke to me every day of my life in my ear, slowly, slowly. He told me: live, live, live! It was death.
-In what place, where, at what hour will you tell me that I love you? This is urgent because eternity is running out.
-Ay, Tarumba, you already know the desire. It pulls you, it drags you, it undoes you. You buzz like a honeycomb. You break a thousand and a thousand times.
-I love you from the corner post, from the carpet in that room alone, on the warm sheets of your body where poppy water falls asleep.
-I repeat your name, I say it again, I say it tirelessly, and I'm sure there will be dawn.
-The lovers begin to sing between their lips an unlearned song, and they go away crying, crying, the beautiful life.
-She said she would go away and take everything that was hers. She left. And it didn't take me. And I was his.
-Let me investigate the last cells of your body, the last corners of your soul; let me fly your secrets, clarify your mysteries, perform your miracles.
-After all, but after all, it's only about lying together, it's about the flesh, the naked bodies, the lamp of death in the world.
-Love is the perpetual extension, always the next step, the other, the other.
-It happens that even hope is memory and that desire is the memory of what is to come.
-We die, love, I die in your belly that I do not bite or kiss, in your very sweet and alive thighs, in your endless flesh, I die of masks, of dark and incessant triangles.
-If you take your eyes out and wash them in the purest water of crying, why not put your heart in the air, in the sun, for a while?
-I remember you with my eyes, with my lips and with my touch. My mouth reminds me that you tasted like love, you were like sweet meat, poppy flower, you and me together.
-I hope I find you around here, in some street of the dream. It is a great joy this to imprison you with my eyelids when you sleep.
-The best moment is when you undress as if there were no one else in front of you, but it turns out that you are not alone, I am by your side waiting for you under the sheet.
-You don't have to behave like a poet, but like a human. A writer gets angry when you plagiarize his character; but your freedom remains.
-Don't talk to me, if you want, don't touch me, don't know me anymore, I no longer exist. I am only the life that haunts you and you are the death that I resist.
-You have to hear my love with his voice, touch him in his flesh, accept him as he is, naked and free.
-What am I doing here? Sometimes you suddenly realize that life is clumsy and empty, and you laugh.
-In my lips I know you, I recognize you, and you turn and you are and you look tireless and all of you sound like my blood inside my heart.
-You hurt me, you make me sick. You hurt me. Assassinate me, here is my heart and my soul, because after this love, I have nothing left.
-You undress as if you were alone and suddenly you discover that you are with me. How I love you then between the sheets and the cold!
-It is here in life where I have to find life's remedy. And a good recipe is love and knowing how to look over my shoulder at my own sorrows.
-I love you, love, love absurdly, foolishly, lost, enlightened, dreaming roses and inventing stars and saying goodbye going to your side.
-Because you are different from all women, in your body, in your walk, in what you are to my eyes, in what you suggest to my heart.
-I'm willing to you. You read me like a poem, you express to me everything that I do not express.
-I just want a week to figure things out. Because this is very similar to leaving a madhouse to enter a pantheon.
- To die is to be silent, not to say anything, not to move, to give way to others, not to breathe… and to be present everywhere hidden.
-With my tongue and my eyes and my hands I know you, you taste like love, sweet love, meat, seed, flower, you smell like love, you, you smell like salt, you taste like salt, love and me.
-I love you at ten in the morning, and at eleven, and at twelve. I love you with all my soul and with all my body, sometimes on rainy afternoons.
- To die is to withdraw, to stand aside, to hide for a moment, to be still, to pass the air from one shore to nothing and to be everywhere in secret.
-I am sick of you that you are necessary to me as an indispensable, exact, unbearable vice.
-Among the people, next to your people and mine, I told you "it's late", and you knew that I said "I love you".
-Poetry occurs as an accident, a run over, a crush, a crime; it happens daily, alone, when the heart of man begins to think about life.
-I need a reality, a validity, to you, present, close, to say I love you. My heart is nourished by my eyes, by my hands, by everything I look at and touch. The absence is a deception.