If someone calls at your door
If someone calls at your door, my friend
and something in your blood beats and doesn't take a rest
and in its water stem, trembling,
the fountain is one liquid harmony
If someone calls at your door and still
you have spare time to be beautiful
and there is room to fit all april in a rose
and for the rose the day bleeds dry
If someone calls at your door one morning
resounding of pidgeons and bells
and you still beliebe in pain and poetry
If life is still truth and the verse exists
if someone calls at your door and you are sad
open, it's love, my friend.
Gabriel García Márquez
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If someone calls at your door If someone calls at your door, my friend and something in your blood beats and doesn't take a rest and in its water stem, trembling, the fountain is one liquid harmony If someone calls at your door and still you have spare time to be beautiful and there is room to fit all april in a rose and for the rose the day bleeds dry If someone calls at your door one morning resounding of pidgeons and bells and you still beliebe in pain and poetry If life is still truth and the verse exists if someone calls at your door and you are sad open, it's love, my friend. Gabriel García Márquez ...