If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to knowone 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

dream.

i dream of eternity, i dream of forever. 

i dream of happiness, i dream of serenity.

i dream of times that will never be.

i dream of moments i will never live.

i dream of you, although i know,

i will never have you.

Stupid girl

She threw away what meant the most to her. She let it go for all the gold in the world. Now she has her gold, but she doesn’t have the world.

Listen.

Listen Listen Listen.

I hear, hear, hear.

The raindrops,

            drop

               drop

                  drop.

I hear the tv. Music blasting in my ear,

As I go to sleep

                sleep

                  sleep.

I hear all these things, but for some reason

I never listen to you speak,

                                  speak,

                                     speak. 

Favorite person.

And when the world is still And nothing surrounds you But silence. Who resides in your mind? The thought of whom brings Warmth to your being? When the world is chaotic, Where do you look for peace? When the world is cold, Who is the one to hold you In their arms All through the night? The person who loves you more Than anyone in this world. The person that sees a home in you. The one who would give up anything Just to be with you. That person is the one for you, That person was made perfectly For you.

Flying.

And if I fly, I hope you’re not afraid to join me in the air. I’ll hold you tight and I won’t let you go, I swear. Safer than you’ve ever been, right here next to me. I’ll pick you up from any slump, and allow you to see everything from up high in the world. Then you will know what you’re made of. You’ll see how much you’re worth. I’ll take you to a better place, somewhere you can call your own, and maybe there you will find some sort of hope. And you’ll blossom the way you were supposed to, and I’ll be right there to support you in every single way.

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