Monday, April 26, 2010

If You Forget Me

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,
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.

Pablo Neruda

It has been a while my bubbly readers x
As we pass through infinity, through this perspective called life, we do inspire and get inspired to remind ourselves and each other how vicariously we have to live it..Pablo did just that.
Thank you for all the lovely emails and messages over the past few months reminding me of one of my passions that you so enjoy..It brought smiles galore and hugs out to all of you.
Loads of love,
Your PC xx


Shamma said...

how lovely to have you back, bubbly! and with beautiful poetry to boot.

Efe said...

nice to have you blogging again =)

zuz said...

you've been missed


Fastidious Babe said...

7ayaaty welcome back!

A beautiful piece of writing, we all need a reminder every once in a while...

Loved it xx

Anonymous said...

who said i will stop loving you?
because of you only i am living in this hell.

the day i will stop loving you that will be my last day. stop loving you little by little will act like a slow poison to me.