Sometime, man or woman, traveller
afterwords, when I am not alive,
Look here, look for me here
between the stones and the ocean
in the light storming, in the foam
Look here, look for me here
For here is where I shall come, saying nothing
no voice, no mouth, pure
Here I shall be again the movement of the water
of it's wild heart
Here I shall be both lost and found
Here I shall be perhaps both, stone and silence.
(Pablo Neruda)
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