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Summer is coming and with it the intense magic of every sunset. Who better than Neruda can describe the beauty and meaning?

STILL HAVE LOST THAT SUNSET
Pablo Neruda


Still we have lost this sunset.
No one saw us tonight with his hands together as the wind
blue fell over the world.
I saw from my window
the feast of the distant mountains on the west.
Sometimes, as a coin
ignite a piece of sun in his hands.
I remembered you with the soul close
that sadness that you know me.
So where were you?
Who else?
What words mean?
Why all the love I get a shot of
when I feel sad and you feel so far away?
fell the book that always takes in the sunset
and as an injured dog at my feet rolled my hood.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
which runs the sunset erasing statues.