2005-12-25
- 11:57 p.m. XX Tonight I Can Write... Pablo Neruda
Write, for example, 'The night is shattered The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. The same night whitening the same trees. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Because through nights like this one IU held her in my arms Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer |