Love, how many ways until reach a kiss,
that loneliness wandering until thy presence!
Continue the trains running alone in the rain.
In Taltal not yet dawned, the spring.
But you and I, my love, we are together,
together since the clothes to the roots,
together in autumn, water, hips,
until be just you, just me, together.
Think that needed so many stones that leads the river,
the mouth of the Boroa’s water
think that separated by trains and nations
you and I, we had that simply to love us,
with all confounded, with men and women,
with the land that deploys and educates the carnations.
Pablo Neruda, Hundred Love Sonnets