Love is short, but forgetting is long.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?