“Well, now

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you

little by little

If suddenly you forget me

Do not look for me

For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of

Banners that passes through my life

And you decide to leave me at the shore of

The heart where I have roots


That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms

And my roots will set off to seek another land” Pablo Neruda – Selected Poems.

James Thomas Watts – November Evening in a Welsh Wood, 1885-95.