“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
More from Pablo Neruda
“I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.”
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
“You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”
“In this part of the story… I am the one who Dies.”