A poem by Pablo Neruda
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Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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I want you to know one thing. You know how this is. If I look at the crystal moon and their own burge of this Lord to make my window. If I touch near the fire, the en banc, the collage or the internal body of the log. Everything is new to you, as if everything that exists aromas, light metals, little boats that sailed towards those idols of yours that wait for me. But long. If little by little, you stop loving me. I shall stop loving your little by little. If suddenly you forget me. Do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think long and mad, do wind banners that passes through my life?