“My eyes will not delight themselves in yours anymore,
My pain will not be sweetened by you anymore. But wherever I go I will take with me your Gaze And wherever you go you will take my pain. I was yours, you were mine. What else? Together we made A bend on the route where love went past. I was yours, you were mine. You will belong to the one who loves you, To the one who cuts in your orchard that which I have planted. I am leaving now. I am sad: but I'm always sad. I come from your arms. I don't know where I'm going. ...From your heart a child says farewell. And I say farewell to him.” -Farewell. Pablo Neruda. |