i'm sooo into poem right now. i guess it soothes me. and there's something in it that somehow, i feels like it comes from me. things i want to express but have no word for. i want to say it out loud, onto the face. well, not exactly mean it that way for i'm hard to forget nor forgive. again, by pablo neruda...
"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 of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
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 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, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land
— Pablo Neruda
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land
— Pablo Neruda
