If You Forget Me
I 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 carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals, were little
vessels
to the isles of yours that wait for me.
But
if little by little you stop loving
I'll stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me
not look for me,
I shall already have forgotten.
If you think long and mad the wind
flag that passes through my life
and
you decide to leave me at the edge
heart where I have roots ,
think
On that day,
at that time
raise
arms and my roots will
to seek another land.
But if each day, every hour
feel are destined for me with implacable sweetness
.
If every day goes
a flower your lips to seek
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 will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
- Pablo Neruda
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