If You Forget Me (Pablo Neruda, 1952)
I want you to know one thing. 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 … Continue reading If You Forget Me (Pablo Neruda, 1952)