Constantly coming to mind are the words of poets, and today Pablo Neruda rings in the night:
"We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand..."
From Clenched Soul
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Jill! I LOVE that photo!! I also love the poetry of Pablo Neruda. I have a book of his poems in both Spanish and English.
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