(with words of Pablo Neruda):
the wind disentangles itself
the stars glow on water
and days, all one kind,
go on chasing each other.
The light and dancing figures
fall dropping gifts
these high, high stars yearn
for the swiftness of a ship
Far away the sea sounds
and hides you in vain
you remain still
amongst these cold things
hungry to no purpose
I love what I do not have
wrestling with my blurry sight
and with the songs of tonight
the moon’s clockwork dream
looks at me through your eyes
the wind though it’s turning
sings your name inside
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