Friday, June 1, 2007

I Have Oestio Arthritis Can I Claim Dla





POEMA 10 Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight.

No one saw us this afternoon with his hands clasped

while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant hills.

sometimes like a coin lit a piece of sun in my hands.

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then? Who else? Saying what?

Why all the love I will come suddenly when I am sad

and you feel distant? Fell

book always at twilight,

and rolled like a hurt dog at my feet my cloak.

Always, always you recede through the evenings

toward the twilight erasing statues.