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Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound… Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects…
~
Pablo Neruda