If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing

if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red brach
at the slow autumn in my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the implaplable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metal,
were little boats
that sails
towards 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 and 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,
in that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots shall 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 my beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
withouth leaving mine

Pablo Neruda

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