IF YOU FORGET ME < Pablo Neruda >.

If you forget me,
I want you to know one thing,
You know how this is,

If I look of the chrystal moon,
At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash,
Or the wrinked body of the log.
Everything carries me to you,
As is everything that exists,
Aromas, lights, metals view little boat that sails
To ward those isles or 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,
Don’t look for me,
For I shall already 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 ,and that hour,
I shall lift my arms and my roots will set of,
To seek another land.
But,
If each day, each hour
You tell 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 your live,
It will be in your arms,
Without leaving mine.