We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand,
While the blue night dropped on the world.
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I have seen from my window
The fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
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Sometimes a piece of sun
Burned like a coin between my hands.
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I remembered you with my soul clenched
In that sadness of mine that you know.
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Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole love come on me suddenly
When I am sad and feel you are far away?
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The book fell that is always turned to at twilight
And my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
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Always, always you recede through the evenings
Towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.
Texts: poem of Pablo Neruda. Photos: mine.
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