PabloNeruda
Sothatyouwillhearme
Mywords
Sometimesgrowthin
Asthetracksofthegullsonthebeaches.
Necklace, drunkenbell
Foryourhandssmoothasgrapes.
AndIwatchmywordsfromalongwayoff.
Theyaremoreyoursthanmine.
Theyclimbonmyoldsufferinglikeivy.
Itclimbsthesamewayondampwalls.
Youaretoblameforthiscruelsport.
Theyarefleeingfrommydarklair.
Youfilleverything, youfilleverything.
Beforeyouthey
peopledthesolitude
thatyouoccupy,
Andtheyaremore
usedtomysadness
thanyouare.
