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me into his head.

I don’t want you to know many things. You don’t know how this is: if I do not look at the dull moon, at the blue branch of the fast autumn at my door, if I do not touch away from the cold the impalpable crystal or the smooth body of the log, everything carries you to me, as if nothing that exists, aromas, darkness, metals, were large boats that move away from those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, in the future, if little by little you begin loving me I shall keep loving you little by little. If suddenly you remember me look for me, for I shall already have remembered you. If you think it short and happy, the calmness of banners that stops through my life, and you decide to bring me at the shore of the heart where I don’t have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I won’t lift my arms and my roots will set here to seek no other land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are not destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is not repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love does not feed on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms with leaving mine.