If You Forget Me

a shore where there is peace and quiet...

a couple of weeks ago, a friend lent me her collection on poetry and i instantly liked " If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda (http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1971/neruda-bio.html.) more interesting is the translation, or where it was translated from which is immediately below:

If You Forget Me

- Pablo Neruda

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I lookat 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.


Si Tu Me Olvidas

-Source:http://www.links2love.com/poetry_7.htm

Quiero que sepas

una cosa.

T� sabes c�mo es esto:

si miro

la luna de cristal, la rama roja

del lento oto�o en mi ventana,

si toco

junto al fuegola impalpable ceniza

o el arrugado cuerpo de la le�a,

todo me lleva a ti,

como si todo lo que existe:

aromas, luz, metales,

fueran peque�os barcos que navegan

hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,

si poco a poco dejas de quererme

dejar� de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto

me olvidas

no me busques,

que ya te habr� olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco

el viento de banderas

que pasa por mi vida

y te decides

a dejarme a la orilla

del coraz�n en que tengo ra�ces,

piensa

que en esa d�a,

a esa hora

levantar� los brazos

y saldr�n mis ra�ces

a buscar otra tierra.

Pero

si cada d�a,

cada hora,

sientes que a m� est�s destinada

con dulzura implacable,

si cada d�a sube

una flor a tus labios a buscarme,

ay amor m�o, ay m�a,

en m� todo ese fuego se repite,

en m� nada se apaga ni se olvida,

mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,

y mientras vivas estar� en tus brazos

sin salir de los m�os.