oh beauty

deep peace in the heart. Peace I give to you, my peace I leave with you.

You will remember

By Pablo Neruda

You will remember that leaping stream

where sweet aromas rose and trembled

and sometime a bird, wearing water

and slowness its winter feathers

You will remember those gifts from the earth:

indelible scents, gold clay,

weeds in the thicket and crazy roots

magical thorns like swords

You'll remember the bouquet you picked,

shadows and silent water,

bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.

So we go there, where nothing is waiting, 

we find everything waiting there.