We lost too dusk.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I saw from my window the fiesta of sunset on distant mountains.
Sometimes, as a coin
I lit a piece of sun in his hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness
you know me.
Where were you then?
Who else?
Saying what?
Why invest all the love I suddenly
when I feel sad and I feel you far away?
dropped the book that always closed at twilight and
hurt dog as I was crouching at his feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings and
toward the twilight erasing statues.
(Pablo Neruda)
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