Love

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers. I ache from the perfumes of spring
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you
I live with the pain that is like a wound;if you touch me, you will do me irreperable harm
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you,
I seek out the signs that percipitate desires:shooting stars, falling objects.

-Pablo Neruda-


Here I love you

Here I love you
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself
The moon glows like the phosphorous on the vagrant waters
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures,
A silver gull slips down from the west.
sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh, the black cross of a ship
Alone
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I Love You

Here I Love You and the horizon hides you in vain
I love you still among these cold things
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival
I see myself forgotton like those old anchors
The piers saddne when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose
I love what I do not have. You are so far
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights
But night comes,and starts to sing ot me
The moon turns its clockwork dream

The biggest stars look at me with your eyes
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire

-Pablo Neruda-








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