If you forget me- Pablo Neruda

I want you

to know

one thing.

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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.

Pablo Neruda