Of Pablo Neruda's mysticism
and the truth about existence I feel,
Smiling dew with wings of love
sits in the eyes of death
and takes me to fly eternal, I feel,
beyond eyes I enjoy your quote dear:
''Who writes your name in letters
of smoke
among the stars
of the south? ''.
Universe revolves around the greatness of love I feel
and the wings of poesy take me into eternity I feel
the bosoms of stars sing the songs of immortality I feel
the verses reverberate in the firmament I feel, dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lots of love as always Dear