just wanted to not get rid of it, but no longer mean.
***************************[[[ FOR that you hear me]]]
for you I hear my words
sometimes grow thin as the tracks of gulls on beaches.
Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands smooth as grapes
and look far my words.
more than mine is yours.
will climb on my old suffering like ivy.
them climb well on damp walls.
are you to blame for this bloody game.
they are fleeing from my dark lair.
You pervade everything, all full.
before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used now I want to say what I mean to hear as I want you to hear me.
the wind of anguish still drags hurricanes of dreams still
tumble sometimes hear other voices in my painful voice crying old mouths, blood of old supplications love me , mate. forsake me not. follow me. follow me companion on this wave of anguish. tiñiendo but will your love my words. You fill everything, you occupy everything. I
making an endless necklace for your white hands smooth as grapes. **********************************[[[ Pablo Neruda]]]
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