so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
Pablo NerudaI love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo NerudaSufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?
Pablo Neruda