Voglio che your Sappia
one thing. Tu sai questa
com'è thing is I keep
moon di cristallo, il rosso
the slow branch autunno alla mia finestra,
is tocco
vicino al fuoco l'impalpabile cenere
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.
It
if little by little you stop loving me
shall stop loving you little by little.
"
If suddenly you forget me do not look
,
I shall already have forgotten"
If you think it long and mad
the wind of banners that passes through my life
and you decide to leave the waterfront
heart where I have roots,
think that on that day,
at that hour, I shall lift
arms and my roots will set off a
seek another land.
But if each day, every hour
you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness
. If
daily salt
to your lips to seek me a flower,
ah, my love, oh my,
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
your arms without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
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