Τρίτη, 7 Απριλίου 2009
Not Even For A Day
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
by Pablo Neruda
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -
-because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is longand
I will be waiting for you, as in an empty stationw
hen the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?