Thank you, demigod, spring has arrived!
(ok, I’m on the way to admit how climatologically dependant can someone be. In my case is just the lithium’s fault!)
‘My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
‘I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.’
‘Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues, avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos.
Quiero hacer contigo
lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.’
Poema XIV. Pablo Neruda.