love is so short, forgetting is so long

[bestill_child]

"and it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. i don't know, i don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. i don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street i was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from others, among violent fires, or returning alone

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[skizzymelza]

<333 pablo neruda. and, you're an amazing writer. but you already knew that.