I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smellingbut because, I don't know, becausethis ocean is yours, and mine: these buttonsand wheelsand littleforgottentreasures, fans uponwhose featherslove has scatteredits blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors --all bearthe traceof someone's fingerson their handle or surface, the trace of a distant handlostin the depths of forgetfulness.
Pablo NerudaAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer, Diplomat, Poet
- Nationality: chilean
- Born: July 12, 1904
- Died: September 23, 1973
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