"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
"Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew."
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Source: Pablo Neruda, Mark Eisner (2004). “The essential Neruda: selected poems”, p.117, City Lights Books
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