ched Soul
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of su in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul ched
in that sadness of mihat you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love e on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
Pablo Neruda