If you Forget Me – Pablo Neruda

I want you to knowone thing.
You know how this is:
If I look
at the crystal moon,
at the red branch of the slow 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 that exists,
aromas, light, metals, were little boats
that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

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,
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 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.

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Published in: on May 3, 2005 at 9:46 am  Leave a Comment  

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