18 July 2015 ,memories of Chile

PABLO NERUDA
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   
secretly, between the shadow and the soul. 


I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries   
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   
from the earth lives dimly in my body. 


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride: 
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, 
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

2 Comments

  1. "Girl From The North Country"

    If you're traveling in the north country fair
    Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
    Remember me to one who lives there
    For she was once a true love of mine.

    Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
    When the rivers freeze and summer ends
    Please see for me if she's wearing a coat so warm
    To keep her from the howlin' winds.

    Please see from me if her hair hanging down
    If it curls and flows all down her breast
    Please see from me if her hair hanging down
    That's the way I remember her best.

    Well, if you're traveling in the north country fair
    Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
    Please say hello to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine.

    If you're travelin' in the north country fair
    Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
    Remember me to one who lives there
    She once was a true love of mine.

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