自我介绍If You Forget Meby Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing,
You know how this is.
If I look at the crystal moon at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,
If I touch near the fire, the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log,
Everything carries me to you,
As if everything that exists.
Aromas, light, medals,
Or little boats that sail toward.
those isles of your that wait for me,
