| Pablo Neruda... |
| Tonight I can write the saddest lines. |
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Write, for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shine in the distance.' |
| The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. |
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. |
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Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. |
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She loved me, sometimes, I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. |
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. |
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To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. |
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What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. |
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That is all. In the distance someone is singing, In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. |
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My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. |
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The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. |
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I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. |
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Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes. |
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I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long, |
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Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. |
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Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. |
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