Pablo Neruda writes:
When you touch the topaz
the topaz touches you;
Awakening the mellow fire
as the wine in the grape
awakens.
Long before it is born, the clear wine
within the stone
gropes for circulation, asks for words,
delivers its mysterious nutriment,
shares the kiss of the human skin
the contact serene
of stone and human being
enkindling a swift corolla
that later returns to be what it was before:
flesh and stone: entities enemies.
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