Pablo Neruda on love

Of all the inspirational people that nowadays cross my path, one is Christine Kysely, a FaceBook « friend » I discovered a while ago.  I don’t know who she is, what she does in life.  But I know everytime she posts something, it’s always absulutely magic and special.  She has a great eye and a huge sense of « image » whatever that means.

So, here is one of her morning glory, a famous poem by Pablo Neruda.  And, by the way, I do hope you saw the wonderful « IL POSTINO » film a while back ago.  If not…rent it.  It’s on the top of my (long) list of must-see-films.  He was totally a romantic, the kind I love.

Glory to you Christine!  And THANK YOU for sharing so much beauty.

“If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

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