Organic Series 9

"You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”

― Pablo Neruda

Dublin, Ireland, 2013,

Done