POEMA 10 Pablo Neruda
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this afternoon with his hands clasped
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant hills.
sometimes like a coin lit a piece of sun in my hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then? Who else? Saying what?
Why all the love I will come suddenly when I am sad
and you feel distant? Fell
book always at twilight,
and rolled like a hurt dog at my feet my cloak.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
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