Pablo Neruda

we shall always be alone,

we shall always be, you and I,

alone upon the earth

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

and that we grow together

and flower together

and when a leaf

falls

from the climbing vines,

you know, my love,

what name is written

on that leaf,

a name that is yours and mine,

our love name, a single

being, the arrow

that pierced winter,

the invincible love,

the fire of the days

And so you see, my love,

how I move

around the island,

around the world,

safe in the midst of spring,

crazy with light in the cold,

walking tranquil in the fire,

lifting your petal

weight in my arms

as if I had never walked

except with you, my heart,

as if I could not walk

except with you,

as if I could not sing

except when you sing

The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters.

,

reflexive,

having recovered my sight—and admiring

the brownish, spacious eyes

of my beloved—

I erased my ingratitude with this ode,

now being read,

mysteriously,

by you.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

My thirst, my boundless desire

creation

so rich in life that its flowers perish

and it is full of sadness