If you forget me

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know 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

lf I touch near the fire

the impalpable ash,

or the wrinkled body of the log

Everything carrie’s me to you

As if everything that exists

Aromas, light, medals,

Or little boats that sail toward

those isles of your that wait for me,

Well now. 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.

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 root

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 forme

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.

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