Remember that moment as the most beautiful declaration of love

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I remember it with sadness. And I was not the author. My father had just died and the funeral arrangements, I asked my mother to choose an epitaph, I knew the two had spoken since the death, as the cancer does not forgive. Then she took a book of Pablo Neruda who was beside her bed and pointed to a verse of a sonnet. He said, "I can not put off". This is the poem ... "En ésta historia sólo yo me muero y moriré de amor porque te quiero, porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego." "In this story I'm dying alone and die of love because I love you, because I love, love, blood and fire. " It was sad, but beautiful. And true love. Carlos.