“Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love... But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone. Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time the cold heart of the clocks.”
Quote by Pablo Neruda
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Source: Selected poems
“Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die”
