"It was a Dull Night" - Alexander Jansson
"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me."
Excerpt from “If You Forget Me”
Pablo Neruda
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