Saturday, September 12, 2015

White Dog

"No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need,
the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, 
but, 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."

Pablo Neruda

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