Pablo Neruda
Don't go far off, not eve for a day, because --
because -- I don't know hw to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your sillhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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