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Love «» .
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring. «» .
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. «» .
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes. «» .
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. «» . I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm. «» .
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. «» .
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window. «» .
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects. «» .
Pablo Neruda.
(Neftalà Ricardo Reyes Basoalto - Chile 1904-1973) «» .
EMoreno September 1st 2003. |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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PABLO NERUDA. .«». .Cien Sonetos de Amor. .«». .Mañana. .«». .Soneto XXV. .«». . . .«».
Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mÃo:
vacilé por las calles y las cosas:
nada contaba ni tenÃa nombre:
el mundo era del aire que esperaba.
Yo conocà salones cenicientos,
túneles habitados por la luna,
hangares crueles que se despedÃan,
preguntas que insistÃan en la arena.
Todo estaba vacÃo, muerto y mudo,
caÃdo, abandonado y decaÃdo,
todo era inalienablemente ajeno,
todo era de los otros y de nadie,
hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza
llenaron el otoño de regalos
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