Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 1, 2005
Spare Parts For Chicco
We have lost even this twilight
We lost too dusk.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I saw from my window the fiesta of sunset on distant mountains.
Sometimes, as a coin
I lit a piece of sun in his hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness
you know me.
Where were you then?
Who else?
Saying what?
Why invest all the love I suddenly
when I feel sad and I feel you far away?
dropped the book that always closed at twilight and
hurt dog as I was crouching at his feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings and
toward the twilight erasing statues.
(Pablo Neruda)
Shingle unequal
We lost too dusk.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I saw from my window the fiesta of sunset on distant mountains.
Sometimes, as a coin
I lit a piece of sun in his hands.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness
you know me.
Where were you then?
Who else?
Saying what?
Why invest all the love I suddenly
when I feel sad and I feel you far away?
dropped the book that always closed at twilight and
hurt dog as I was crouching at his feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings and
toward the twilight erasing statues.
(Pablo Neruda)
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