...

...

 

As if to bring her closer, my gaze searches for her,

My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.

 

The same night that whitens the same trees.

We, of then, now are no longer the same.

 

I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her.

My voice searched for the wind that would touch her ear.

 

...

 

Pablo Neruda

Done