I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
You made your decision,
chestnut, and leaped to earth,
burnished and ready,
firm and smooth
as the small breasts
of the islands of America.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul.
The shout facing the sea, among the rocks,
running free, mad, in the sea-spray.
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
and rocky cliffs,
as song is born.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
But, poet, let
history rest in its shroud;
praise with your lyre
the grain in its granaries:
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.
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.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
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.
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