Thursday, September 11, 2008

Pablo Neruda

We Have Lost Even
We have lost even this twilight.No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my windowthe fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sunburned like a coin between my hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that is always turned to at twilight and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

your words move me..keep it up.