dievča, ktorú nenávidí život

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride
I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this,
in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close

so intimate that when you eat I put on weight.....

Pablo Neruda, posledná veta bola moja