"I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
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.
— Pablo Neruda(1904-1973) (Still Another Day)
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