I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.
Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!
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
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories