“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”



“We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”



“my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but
I shall go on living.”



― Pablo Neruda