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What are you waiting for?
IF YOU FORGET ME BY PABLO NERUDA
| I want you to know one 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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My notes:These poems speak to me... I couldn't have expressed the thoughts better. I feel this so much and the similarities in the expressed emotion are scary.
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THE QUESTION BY PABLO NERUDA
Love, a question
has destroyed you.
I have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty.
I want you straight as
the sword or the road.
But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.
My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.
It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window.
I knock down the door:
I enter your life:
I come to live in your soul:
you cannot cope with me.
You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must see how I walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, were waiting for me.
Do not fear,
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
I am your master,
the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay
Live every moment of life to the fullest each day Given that we're on borrowed time, and not meant to stay Life is a source of experience to be lived to, not survived Experiencing all the ordinary moments that constantly arrive "Someday" and "One day" should be carefully thought Don't you think every event should be experienced and sought? Putting things off for another time are left up to chance Relax ans cherish everything around you - live it all, and not at a glance All things are worth the time - seeing, listening and doing it today Because tomorrow simply seems to be uncertain, it's so far away Don't say "One of these days" and leave it for another time Believing everything in life will constantly be fine Tell your family how much they are treasured and the love you feel Open your heart, laugh at a joke and always keep it real Remember not to leave for tomorrow all you meant to do Make everyday special, any and everythnig significant for you Saving something for a special occasion? Do you know when that will be? Each day, each hour, each minute should be special for you and me How many of these moments have you let slip by in the past? Tomorrow may never come, so take hold of every moment and make them last!
