My Europa Plog - Neruda on Charles Bridge at Prague

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand,
While the blue night dropped on the world.

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I have seen from my window The fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

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Sometimes a piece of sun Burned like a coin between my hands.

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I remembered you with my soul clenched In that sadness of mine that you know.

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Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole love come on me suddenly When I am sad and feel you are far away?

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The book fell that is always turned to at twilight And my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

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Always, always you recede through the evenings Towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.

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Texts: poem of Pablo Neruda. Photos: mine.