THE QUEEN
I have made you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are more beautiful than you, there are more beautiful.
But you are the queen.
when you go through the streets
nobody recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
The Red Gold Carpet
what do you step where you pass,
the carpet that does not exist.
And when you show up
all the rivers sound
of my body, shake
the sky the bells,
and a hymn fills the world.
Just you and me,
just you and me, my love,
we hear it
(Pablo Neruda)