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Always

I am not jealous

of what came before me.

 

Come with a man

on your shoulders,

come with a hundred men in your hair,

come with a thousand men between your ******* and your feet,

come like a river

full of drowned men

which flows down to the wild sea,

to the eternal surf, to Time!

 

Bring them all

to where I am waiting for you;

we shall always be alone,

we shall always be you and I

alone on earth

to start our life!

Written by
Pablo Neruda
1904-1973 / Male / Chilean
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