by Pablo Neruda
I am not jealousof what came before me.Come with a manon your shoulders,come with a hundred men in your hair,come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,come like a riverfull of drowned mento the eternal surf, to Time!which flows down to the wild sea,Bring them allwe shall always be you and Ito where I am waiting for you;we shall always be alone,to start our life!alone on earth
by Pablo NerudaO tower of light, sad beautythat magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cryof the Oceanian wind, O separate roseof the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wifefrom the long stem of the trampled bushalone in your lonesome dynasty,that the depths, converted into archipelago,O natural star, green diadem,like one drop, like one grape, like the seastill unattainable, elusive, desolate
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