Thursday, March 24, 2011


If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:
If I look
At the crystal moon, at the red branch
Of 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,
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 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 your love, beloved,
And as long as you live, it will be in your arms
Without leaving mine.

-Pablo Neruda

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