☼ the holiday's over

the future is space,

earth coloured space,

cloud coloured,

colour of water, air,

black space with room for many dreams,

white space with room for all snow,

for all music:

behind lies despairing love

with no room for a kiss:

there's a place for everyone in forests,

in streets, in houses;

there's an underground space,

a submarine space,

but what joy to find in the end,

                                          rising,

an empty planet,

great stars clear as vodka,

so uninhabited and so transparent

and arrive there with the first telephone

so that so many men can later discuss

all their infirmities:

the important thing is to be scarcely aware of oneself,

to scream from a rough mountain range

and see on another peak

the feet of a woman newly arrived:

come on, let's leave

this suffocating river

in which we swim with other fish

from dawn to shifting night

and now in this discovered space

let's fly to a pure solitude:

pablo neruda