pablo neruda
i want you to know one thing
you know how this is
if i look at cyrstal moon
at the red branch, at the snow autumn at my window
if i touch near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log
everything carries me to you
as if everything exists- aromas, light, metals
one little boat that sails towards the isle of
yours that wait for me
well no, if little by little you stop loving me
i shall stop loving you, little by little
you suddenly forget me,
you do not look for me i shall already have
forgotten you
i fyou think it long and mad at the window
banners that passes through my life
i need the sight to lead me at the shores at
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
but if each day, each hour
you feel that you are desied for me with
impeccable sweetness
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to
seek me
all my love, all my own, in me all that fire is repeated
in me, nothing is extinguished or forgotten
my love feeds on your love, beloved
and as long as you live, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
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