I have just left,
you in me, crystalline, or trembling
,
or uneasy, wounded by myself
or filled with love, as when your eyes are closed
on the gift
life without cease I give you.
My love, we have found
thirsty and we drink
all the water and blood, we
hungry and we bit our
as fire bites, leaving wounds
.
But wait for me, save me your sweetness
.
I too will give a rose.
Text: "Absence" of Pablo Neruda
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