Extravagaria
I am going to close my eyes.
I only want five things.
One is an endless love.
Two is to see the autumn.
I can't exist without leaves
flying and falling to earth.
The third is the solemn winter,
the rain I loved, the caress
of fire in the rough cold.
My fourth is the summer,
plumb as a watermelon.
And fifthly, your eyes.
My dear love,
I will not sleep without your eyes,
I will not exist but in your gaze.
I never felt my voice so clear,
never been so rich in kisses.
P.Neruda
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