“Well, nowIf 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. Remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms. And my roots will set off to seek another land”
— Pablo Neruda,