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Sonnet XLVIII One Hundred Sonnets of Love (1959) noon
Two happy lovers make a single loaf,
a single drop of moon in the grass,
They leave walking two shadows that meet,
they leave a single empty sun in a bed.
Of all the truths they chose the day:
They were not tied with threads but with a perfume,
and did not shatter peace or words.
Bliss is a transparent tower.
The air, the wine go with the two lovers,
the night gives them its happy petals,
they have the right to all the carnations.
Two happy lovers have no end or death,
are born and die many times while they live,
they have the eternity of nature.
by Pablo Neruda
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Sonnet XLVIII One Hundred Sonnets of Love (1959) noon
Two happy lovers make a single loaf,
a single drop of moon in the grass,
They leave walking two shadows that meet,
they leave a single empty sun in a bed.
Of all the truths they chose the day:
They were not tied with threads but with a perfume,
and did not shatter peace or words.
Bliss is a transparent tower.
The air, the wine go with the two lovers,
the night gives them its happy petals,
they have the right to all the carnations.
Two happy lovers have no end or death,
are born and die many times while they live,
they have the eternity of nature.
by Pablo Neruda
Soul2Soul River - soul2soulsl.com, Pondichery (214, 139, 26) - Moderado