i’ll not speak of sadness of having lost a companion

by catarina clemente

[…]
with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he’d keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

[…]
joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy

[…]
now he’s gone
[…]

– pablo neruda

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