Ausencia Apenas te he dejado, Vas en mí, cristalina O temblorosa, O inquieta, herida por mí mismo O colmada de amor, como cuando tus ojos Se cierran sobre el don de la vida Que sin cesar te entrego. Amor mío, Nos hemos encontrado Sedientos y nos hemos Bebido toda el agua y la sangre, Nos encontramos Con hambre Y nos mordimos Como el fuego muerde, Dejándonos heridos. Pero espérame Guárdame tú dulzura. Yo te daré también Una rosa. *** Absense I have scarcely left you When you go in me, crystalline, Or trembling, or uneasy, wounded by me Or overwhelmed by love, as When your eyes Close upon the gift of life That without cease I give you. My love, We have found each other Thirsty and we have Drunk up the water and the Blood, We have found each other Hungry And we bit each other As fire bites Leaving wounds in us. But wait for me, Keep for me your sweetness. I give you too a rose. -Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) |
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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