my sister and i on our bikes in the Netherlands. i’m missing it so so so much right now. 

I would record the poem for you, so you could play it over and over at nights till you fall asleep.

*swoons and faints* 
(my oh so coherent and poetic response to your film-worthy sentiment)

Same anon. Yes, it's my mother tongue. Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,/ y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca./ Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado/ y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

i wish i could hear you. my fave part is “mariposa de sueno/te pareces a mi alma/y te pareces a la palabra melancolia”

I want to be your girlfriend, my dear. I'll read you Neruda's poems in Spanish, drinking wine by the beach.

you speak Spanish?! ugh it’s so beautiful. i learned it a bit in school but don’t speak it very well (i can’t roll my fricking r’s!) but the other day i was walking in town with my friend and i recited a bit of “Me Gustas Cuando Callas” and a random man on the sidewalk next to us started reciting it back to me and it was such a lovely moment.