....
want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look
the crystal moon, at the red branch
the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything
leads me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours
that await me.
However, if little by little
you stop loving me I shall stop loving
gradually.
soon
If
not forget me look for me,
you already have forgotten.
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners
that passes through my life
and you decide to leave me at the edge
heart where I have roots,
think that on that day, at that time
raise
arms and my roots will
to seek another land.
But if each day, every hour
feel you are destined for me with implacable sweetness
.
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to fetch,
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 while living
be in your arms without
leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda ....
