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if I look at the crystal moon
at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash Or the wrinkled body of the log
everything carries me to you
as if everything that exists - aromas, light, metals
were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me

(Pablo Neruda)

Model

© Calisto Photography | Switzerland
Not to be used or reproduced without written permission.

Description
if I look at the crystal moon
at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash Or the wrinkled body of the log
everything carries me to you
as if everything that exists - aromas, light, metals
were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me

(Pablo Neruda)

Model

© Calisto Photography | Switzerland
Not to be used or reproduced without written permission.