A Quote by Pablo Neruda on neglect, writing, witness, time, and ink

Someone will ask later, sometimes
searching for a name, his own or someone's else's
why I neglected his sadness or his love...

But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone.

Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time
the cold heart of the clocks...

Pablo Neruda (1904 - 1973)

Source: Winter Garden (A Kagean Book) (Spanish Edition), Pages: 19 (For All To Know)

Contributed by: Tsuya