So, this is my life.

And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.


Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah 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.

a little Pablo Neruda to get your mind working, hopefully your heart as well.

on this rainy day, i could think of nothing more important to share with you than something beautiful and rich and full.

i hope you, too, found it to be so.


carteemily said...

reading through one of his in spanish and this is the first verse:

Te recuerdo como eras en el último otoño.
Eras la boina gris y el corazón en calma.
En tus ojos peleaban las llamas del crepúsculo.
Y las hojas caían en el agua de tu alma.

Katia Shtefan said...

The most remarkable thing about this poem is that the lover is entirely dependent on the response of his beloved. If she loves him back, he will never cease to love her; if she doesn't, he will forget her. There's something tragic in that dependency, but I suppose it cannot be otherwise.

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