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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair

Don't go far off, not even for a day

Don't go far off, not even for a day,

Because I don't know how to say it - a day is long

And I will be waiting for you, as in

An empty station when the trains are

Parked off somewhere else, asleep.

 

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then

The little drops of anguish will all run together,

The smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

Into me, choking my lost heart.

 

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve

On the beach, may your eyelids never flutter

Into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for

A second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll

Have gone so far I'll wander mazily

Over all the earth, asking, will you

Come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

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Pablo Neruda
1904-1973 / Male / Chilean
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