Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
Pablo NerudaAbsence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
Pablo NerudaOh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.
Pablo Neruda