neruda, briefly

quiero hacer contigo
lo que la primavera
hace con los cerezos

what, exactly does spring do to the cherry trees? it makes them burst forth in bloom. i would very much like someone to do for me what spring does for the cherry trees. but it is odd to look to others for that spark we should be able to find within ourselves. maybe it is just the cold, the ice and snow outside. or perhaps my mind is dull. or maybe, just maybe, the idea of someone else is just appealing.