Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, … - Pablo Neruda

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What's right for most people in most situations isn't right for everyone in every situation. Real morality lies in following one's own heart.

Pablo Neruda

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be.

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