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Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands,how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice,I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you.

I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have fogotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Beceuse of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you,

I again seek out the sings that percipitate desires; shooting stars, falling objects...

Pablo Neruda
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