First Time hope yoou like this one by Pablo Neruda

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By Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto aka Pablo Neruda


There is No Oblivion
If you ask me where I have been
I must say "It so happens."
I must speak of the ground darkened by the stones,
of the river that enduring is destroyed:
I know only the things that the birds lose,
the sea left behind, or my sister weeping
Why so many regions, why does a day join a day? why does a black
night gather in the mouth? Why dead people?

If you ask me where I come from, I have to
converse with broken things,
with utensils bitter to excess,
with great breasts frequently rotted
and with my anguished heart.

Those that have crossed paths are not memories
nor is the yellowish dove that sleeps in oblivion,
they are tearful faces,
fingers at the throat,
and what falls down from the leaves:
the darkness of a day gone by,
of a day nourished with our sad blood.
Here are violets, swallows,
everything that pleases us and that appears
in the sweet long-trained cards
around which stroll time and sweetness.

But let us not penetrate beyond those teeth,
let us not bite the shells that silence gathers,
because I do not know what to answer
there are so many dead,
so many sea walls that the red sun split,
and so many hands that have cradled kisses,
and so many things that I want to forget.

Comments

[katminnaar.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. Great choice! I love Pablo Neruda. :)