Θέλω να σου κάνω αυτό που κάνει η άνοιξη στις κερασιές
- Pablo Neruda
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Δευτέρα 23 Μαρτίου 2015
Κυριακή 22 Μαρτίου 2015
Absence
I have scarcely left you
when you go in me, crystalline,
or trembling,
or uneasy, wounded by me
or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes
close upon the gift of life
that without cease I give you.
My love,
we have found each other
thirsty and we have
drunk up all the water and the blood,
we found each other
hungry
and we bit each other
as fire bites,
leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
a rose.
when you go in me, crystalline,
or trembling,
or uneasy, wounded by me
or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes
close upon the gift of life
that without cease I give you.
My love,
we have found each other
thirsty and we have
drunk up all the water and the blood,
we found each other
hungry
and we bit each other
as fire bites,
leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
a rose.
Absence - Pablo Neruda
Δευτέρα 10 Νοεμβρίου 2014
And Because Love Battles
And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.
I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.
But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.
To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.
Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.
I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.
But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.
To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.
Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.
And Because Love Battles - Pablo Neruda
Παρασκευή 19 Σεπτεμβρίου 2014
Clenched Soul
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 window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
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 always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
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 always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
Clenched Soul - Pablo Neruda
Πέμπτη 3 Ιουλίου 2014
As if you were on fire from within.
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
- Pablo Neruda
Δευτέρα 24 Φεβρουαρίου 2014
Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love.
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.
Pablo Neruda - Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love,
Σάββατο 22 Φεβρουαρίου 2014
Don't Go Far Off - Pablo Neruda
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Don't Go Far Off - Pablo Neruda
Κυριακή 2 Φεβρουαρίου 2014
ΣΟΝΑΤΕΣ ΓΙΑ ΜΕΝΑ - PABLO NERUDA
Μ' αρέσει μες στη νύχτα να σε νιώθω κοντά μου,
αθώρητη στον ύπνο σου, σοβαρή κι ερεβένια,
ενώ εγώ τις σκοτούρες μου ξεμπλέκω
σαν να 'ταν τάχα δίχτυα μπερδεμένα.
Απούσα, μέσα στα όνειρα ταξιδεύει η καρδιά σου,
μα το εγκαταλειμμένο κορμί σου ανασαλεύει
στα τυφλά αναζητώντας με, τον ύπνο αξαινοντάς μου,
σαν το φυντάνι που διπλό γίνεται μες στον ίσκιο.
Όρθή, θα 'σαι άλλη που αύριο θα ζήσει,
όμως από τα χαμένα μέτωπα μες στη νύχτα,
από το ζω και δεν ζω που βρισκόμαστε, κάτι
μένει που μες στης ζωής το φως μας πλησιάζει
λες και έχει με φωτιά η σφραγίδα του ίσκιου
τα κρυφά πλάσματα του σημαδέψει.
Τετάρτη 13 Νοεμβρίου 2013
Pablo Neruda - Το γέλιο σου
Πάρε μου το ψωμί, αν θες,
πάρε μου τον αγέρα, μα
μη μου παίρνεις το γέλιο σου.
πάρε μου τον αγέρα, μα
μη μου παίρνεις το γέλιο σου.
Μη μου παίρνεις το ρόδο,
τη λόγχη που τινάζεις,
το νερό που ξάφνου
χυμά απ’ τη χαρά σου,
το απότομο κύμα
το ασήμι που γεννάς.
τη λόγχη που τινάζεις,
το νερό που ξάφνου
χυμά απ’ τη χαρά σου,
το απότομο κύμα
το ασήμι που γεννάς.
Είναι σκληρός ο αγώνας μου και γυρνώ
με μάτια κουρασμένα
θωρώντας κάποτε
τη γη που δεν αλλάζει,
μα έρχεται το γέλιο σου
αναθρώσκωντας στον ουρανό γυρεύοντάς με
και μου ανοίγει τις πόρτες
όλες της ζωής.
με μάτια κουρασμένα
θωρώντας κάποτε
τη γη που δεν αλλάζει,
μα έρχεται το γέλιο σου
αναθρώσκωντας στον ουρανό γυρεύοντάς με
και μου ανοίγει τις πόρτες
όλες της ζωής.
Αγάπη μου, στις πιο μαύρες
ώρες μου τινάζεται
το γέλιο σου, κι όταν ξάφνου
δεις το αίμα μου
να λεκιάζει τις πέτρες του δρόμου,
γέλα, γιατί το γέλιο σου
θα ‘ναι στα χέρια μου
σα δροσερό σπαθί.
ώρες μου τινάζεται
το γέλιο σου, κι όταν ξάφνου
δεις το αίμα μου
να λεκιάζει τις πέτρες του δρόμου,
γέλα, γιατί το γέλιο σου
θα ‘ναι στα χέρια μου
σα δροσερό σπαθί.
Δίπλα στη θάλασσα του φθινοπώρου,
το γέλιο σου ας αναβρύσει
σα σιντριβάνι, όλο αφρό
και την άνοιξη, αγάπη,
θέλω το γέλιο σου σαν
τον ανθό που πρόσμενα,
τον γαλανό ανθό, το ρόδο
της βουερής πατρίδας μου.
το γέλιο σου ας αναβρύσει
σα σιντριβάνι, όλο αφρό
και την άνοιξη, αγάπη,
θέλω το γέλιο σου σαν
τον ανθό που πρόσμενα,
τον γαλανό ανθό, το ρόδο
της βουερής πατρίδας μου.
Γέλα στη νύχτα,
στη μέρα στο φεγγάρι,
γέλα στις στριφτές
στράτες του νησιού,
γέλα σ’ αυτό το άγαρμπο
αγόρι που σ’ αγαπά,
μα όταν ανοίγω τα μάτια και τα κλείνω,
όταν τα βήματά μου φεύγουν,
όταν γυρνούν τα βήματά μου,
αρνήσου με το ψωμί, τον αγέρα,
το φως, την άνοιξη,
μα ποτέ το γέλιο σου
γιατί θα πεθάνω.
στη μέρα στο φεγγάρι,
γέλα στις στριφτές
στράτες του νησιού,
γέλα σ’ αυτό το άγαρμπο
αγόρι που σ’ αγαπά,
μα όταν ανοίγω τα μάτια και τα κλείνω,
όταν τα βήματά μου φεύγουν,
όταν γυρνούν τα βήματά μου,
αρνήσου με το ψωμί, τον αγέρα,
το φως, την άνοιξη,
μα ποτέ το γέλιο σου
γιατί θα πεθάνω.
Πάρε μου το ψωμί, αν θες,
πάρε μου τον αγέρα, μα
μη μου παίρνεις το γέλιο σου.
πάρε μου τον αγέρα, μα
μη μου παίρνεις το γέλιο σου.
Μη μου παίρνεις το ρόδο,
τη λόγχη που τινάζεις,
το νερό που ξάφνου
χυμά απ’ τη χαρά σου,
το απότομο κύμα
το ασήμι που γεννάς.
τη λόγχη που τινάζεις,
το νερό που ξάφνου
χυμά απ’ τη χαρά σου,
το απότομο κύμα
το ασήμι που γεννάς.
Είναι σκληρός ο αγώνας μου και γυρνώ
με μάτια κουρασμένα
θωρώντας κάποτε
τη γη που δεν αλλάζει,
μα έρχεται το γέλιο σου
αναθρώσκωντας στον ουρανό γυρεύοντάς με
και μου ανοίγει τις πόρτες
όλες της ζωής.
με μάτια κουρασμένα
θωρώντας κάποτε
τη γη που δεν αλλάζει,
μα έρχεται το γέλιο σου
αναθρώσκωντας στον ουρανό γυρεύοντάς με
και μου ανοίγει τις πόρτες
όλες της ζωής.
Αγάπη μου, στις πιο μαύρες
ώρες μου τινάζεται
το γέλιο σου, κι όταν ξάφνου
δεις το αίμα μου
να λεκιάζει τις πέτρες του δρόμου,
γέλα, γιατί το γέλιο σου
θα ‘ναι στα χέρια μου
σα δροσερό σπαθί.
ώρες μου τινάζεται
το γέλιο σου, κι όταν ξάφνου
δεις το αίμα μου
να λεκιάζει τις πέτρες του δρόμου,
γέλα, γιατί το γέλιο σου
θα ‘ναι στα χέρια μου
σα δροσερό σπαθί.
Δίπλα στη θάλασσα του φθινοπώρου,
το γέλιο σου ας αναβρύσει
σα σιντριβάνι, όλο αφρό
και την άνοιξη, αγάπη,
θέλω το γέλιο σου σαν
τον ανθό που πρόσμενα,
τον γαλανό ανθό, το ρόδο
της βουερής πατρίδας μου.
το γέλιο σου ας αναβρύσει
σα σιντριβάνι, όλο αφρό
και την άνοιξη, αγάπη,
θέλω το γέλιο σου σαν
τον ανθό που πρόσμενα,
τον γαλανό ανθό, το ρόδο
της βουερής πατρίδας μου.
Γέλα στη νύχτα,
στη μέρα στο φεγγάρι,
γέλα στις στριφτές
στράτες του νησιού,
γέλα σ’ αυτό το άγαρμπο
αγόρι που σ’ αγαπά,
μα όταν ανοίγω τα μάτια και τα κλείνω,
όταν τα βήματά μου φεύγουν,
όταν γυρνούν τα βήματά μου,
αρνήσου με το ψωμί, τον αγέρα,
το φως, την άνοιξη,
μα ποτέ το γέλιο σου
γιατί θα πεθάνω.
στη μέρα στο φεγγάρι,
γέλα στις στριφτές
στράτες του νησιού,
γέλα σ’ αυτό το άγαρμπο
αγόρι που σ’ αγαπά,
μα όταν ανοίγω τα μάτια και τα κλείνω,
όταν τα βήματά μου φεύγουν,
όταν γυρνούν τα βήματά μου,
αρνήσου με το ψωμί, τον αγέρα,
το φως, την άνοιξη,
μα ποτέ το γέλιο σου
γιατί θα πεθάνω.
Pablo Neruda - Το γέλιο σου
Τετάρτη 16 Οκτωβρίου 2013
Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.
O bright magnolia bursting in the foam,
magnetic transient whose death blooms
and vanishes--being, nothingness--forever:
broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.
O bright magnolia bursting in the foam,
magnetic transient whose death blooms
and vanishes--being, nothingness--forever:
broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.
Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter - Pablo Neruda
Τρίτη 15 Οκτωβρίου 2013
You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love
You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your
love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.
( Buddha )
love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.
( Buddha )
Τρίτη 8 Οκτωβρίου 2013
It’s good to feel you are close to me
It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.
Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.
Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,
something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.
Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.
Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,
something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.
It’s good to feel you are close to me
Pablo Neruda
Τετάρτη 11 Σεπτεμβρίου 2013
I do not love you ...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda - I do not love you ...
Κυριακή 28 Απριλίου 2013
‘Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon
Pablo Neruda
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon
Pablo Neruda
Κυριακή 31 Μαρτίου 2013
Ποθώ το στόμα σου
Ποθώ το στόμα σου , τη φωνή , τα μαλλιά σου ,
Σιωπηλή πεινασμένη ενεδρεύω στους δρόμους ,
Το ψωμί δεν με τρέφει , η αυγή με ταράζει ,
Αναζητώ τον υγρό ήχο των βημάτων σου όλη μέρα .
Ορέγομαι το λαμπερό σου χαμόγελο ,
Τα χέρια σου το χρώμα του άγριου σιταριού ,
Ορέγομαι τα χλωμά πετράδια των νυχιών σου ,
θέλω να καταφάω το δέρμα σου σαν ολόκληρο αμύγδαλο .
Τα χέρια σου το χρώμα του άγριου σιταριού ,
Ορέγομαι τα χλωμά πετράδια των νυχιών σου ,
θέλω να καταφάω το δέρμα σου σαν ολόκληρο αμύγδαλο .
Θέλω να καταφάω την ηλιαχτίδα που τρεμοπαίζει στην ομορφιά σου ,
Τη μύτη , άρχοντα του αλαζονικού σου προσώπου ,
θέλω να καταφάω την φευγαλέα σκιά απ τα ματόκλαδα σου .
Τη μύτη , άρχοντα του αλαζονικού σου προσώπου ,
θέλω να καταφάω την φευγαλέα σκιά απ τα ματόκλαδα σου .
Και περπατώ πεινασμένη οσφραινόμενη το λυκόφως ,
Ψάχνοντας για εσένα , και τη ζεστή σου καρδιά ,
όπως το πούμα στη χέρσα ερημιά.
Ψάχνοντας για εσένα , και τη ζεστή σου καρδιά ,
όπως το πούμα στη χέρσα ερημιά.
Ποθώ το στόμα σου – Pablo Neruda
Τρίτη 26 Μαρτίου 2013
Love Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Παρασκευή 22 Μαρτίου 2013
TAL VEZ NO SER ES SER
Ίσως η απουσία σου είναι παρουσία, χωρίς εσύ να είσαι,
Χωρίς να πας να κόψεις το μεσημέρι
Σαν ένα γαλάζιο λουλούδι, χωρίς εσύ να περπατάς
Πιο αργά ανάμεσα στην ομίχλη και στους πλίνθους,
Χωρίς εκείνο το φως που κρατάς στο χέρι
Που ίσως άλλοι δε θα δουν να χρυσίζει,
Που ίσως κανείς δεν έμαθε ότι βλασταίνει
Σαν την κόκκινη καταγωγή του τριαντάφυλλου,
Χωρίς εσύ να είσαι, επιτέλους, χωρίς να έρθεις
Απότομη, ερεθιστική, να γνωρίσεις τη ζωή μου,
Καταιγίδα από ροδώνα, σιτάρι του ανέμου,
Και από τότε είμαι, γιατί εσύ είσαι,
Και από τότε είσαι, είμαι και είμαστε,
Και για χάρη του έρωτα θα είμαι, θα είσαι, θα είμαστε.
TAL VEZ NO SER ES SER (PABLO NERUDA)
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