If You Forget Me
"I want you to know
one thing.
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
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."
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
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."
This is one of my favorite pieces of literature; written by the amazing poet, Pablo Neruda.
We all have love. We all question our love at one point or another. We may even doubt our love; how strong we love, how little we feel loved, how we have lost love and always how we crave love.
"my love feeds on your love"
My question tonight is:
Is it possible to love too much?
I am in love today. I can't say whether this love that I have today will be there months, years from today. So I should hold onto it for as long as I can. I was watching Eat Love Pray (I adore Julia Roberts) and a line she says as she imagines herself dancing to her wedding song to her now ex-husband, and she says to him
"I really did love you"
Her then ex-husbands says
"But i still love you", she replies by telling him
"It won't last. It never lasts"
Part of me believes this. That love does not last. That we can stop being "in" love. The other part of me holds on to the notion that if I really believed this, I would not be able to love as I do today. What i do believe is that Love is never guaranteed. All that is guaranteed is today.
So for today, I am in love.
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