How To Do Chinese Bang Weave

You were also a small sheet
the trembling in my chest.
The wind of life has put you there. The principle
not see you:
not know you were going with me,
until your roots
crossed my chest,
joined the wires of my blood, my mouth spoke
,
flourished with me.


Pablo Neruda

Photo: Of love and life. View of the Island of Florianopolis, from the continent.