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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,
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 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 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

I went to see "where the wild things are" twice this week at the cinema. I must say I enjoyed it very much well obviously if i paid to see it twice well the second time i was treated to :) I guess even though it is suppose to be a kids movie it had amazing nature scenes and it let me lose myself for awhile. I often spend my afternoons in trails and parks to enjoy the beautiful gifts that nature bestows upon us. That is where I am most at peace. Where I allow myself to forget about responsibilities and to let go of stress.

I see you in the sky, I see you in the leaves, I see you in everything.

My heart is beating through my chest. I try to calm it, tell it this time it's wrong and it is being ridiculous. My heart persist and pays no mind to my pleas.

I ignore it but it beats harder, quicker, so much that I can't sleep. I feel it in my stomach, now I can't eat.

It beats violently like it's in it's personal insane asylum.

I can't stand it anymore and I give into it like a mother to a spoiled child.

This calms it and I can breathe deep... it's over and like I said you were wrong.

This is short lived. This was not enough to keep it satisfied for long. I have nothing left, you were wrong. Now let me move on.

This means war!

My soul is peace loving by nature but under my heart's occupation it becomes tired and lifeless like other tortured souls before it.

On an August night I strap on my boots.
This battle meets the cool September dawn.

I have no confidence in a victory, I have no army of lovers to defend me in this battle.

... I must go
... I must recruit.