If you forget me -Pablo Neruda

  “I want you to knowone thing. You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of… Continue reading If you forget me -Pablo Neruda

Poem 8 from Veinte Poemas de Amore (1924) Pablo Neruda

Bee white buzzes – drunk with honey – in my soul and you twist in slow spirals of smoke. I am the desperate, the word without echoes, the one who lost everything, and the one who had everything. Last bind, cries in you my last anxiety. In my desert land you are the last rose.… Continue reading Poem 8 from Veinte Poemas de Amore (1924) Pablo Neruda

“Todos los días juegas con la luz del universo”-“Every day you play with the light of the universe.”-Pablo Neruda

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the… Continue reading “Todos los días juegas con la luz del universo”-“Every day you play with the light of the universe.”-Pablo Neruda