The love between a couple, really lived, leaves an indelible mark, a heart-rooted memory of the one who felt it, where there is no place for oblivion.
Our perception of the duration of a love is very subjective, as long as it lasts it will always seem brief, because we always want more, its intensity imprisons us as a drug that makes us addicted.
- The ecstasy that makes us feel love makes everything wonderful; life becomes more colorful and it seems that we are full of joy and dynamism.
In this state of grace there are no distances or limits: everything is magical.
When the heartbreak comes, the idea of oblivion appears in our lives as a solution to move forward and stop suffering, yet we are unable to control our own will, how do you know how to translate Pablo Neruda into his poem 20?from the book “Twenty Love Poems and a Desperate Song,” which reflects his ability to forget: I don’t like it, it’s true, but maybe I love it. Love is so short and forgets for so long.
This beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda brilliantly recounts the difficulty and pain of forgetting true love.
“I can write the saddest lines tonight
He writes, for example: “The night is starry and the stars tremble blue in the distance. “
The wind of the night spins in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight. I loved her and sometimes she loved me too.
Nights like this, I held you in my arms. I kissed her several times under the infinite sky.
She wanted me, sometimes I wanted her too. How could he not have loved his big fixed eyes?
I can write the saddest lines tonight, thinking I don’t have them. I feel like I’ve lost it.
Listen to the immense night, bigger without it. And the verse falls upon the soul like dew on the grass.
It doesn’t matter that my love can’t keep it. The night is starry and she’s not with me.
That’s all. In the distance, someone sings. Far Away My soul is not content to have lost it.
As if to bring her closer to me by looking. My heart is looking for her and she’s not with me.
The same night he bleached the same trees, we’re no longer the same
I don’t like it anymore, it’s true, but as much as I love it. My voice was looking for the wind to touch your ear.
Another one. It’ll be someone else, just like before my kisses. Your voice, your clear body. Your infinite eyes.
I don’t like it anymore, it’s true, but maybe I love it. Love is so short and forgetfulness so long.
Because nights like this I held you in my arms, my soul cannot accept to have lost you.
Even if this is the last pain you cause me, and these are the last lines I write to you?
Memories of love permeate us; neither time, anger, nor our discomfort, nor being with another person leads us to oblivion.
In fact, trying to be with someone else to forget someone is quite common, but it usually doesn’t work out: we get it wrong and fool the other person.
We must not forget to move on, we must accept that we live different situations at every stage of life and that many things are unrecoverable.
The only thing that really exists is our present, and the solution will be found depending on how we act. From the past, we bring learning and all its lessons to help us in our current lives.
Try to extract from each experience, good or bad, all possible lessons that will help us move forward, because we cannot change them.
In love, when we go through a bad phase that we want to forget, we have the opportunity to get to know each other better, not to repeat the same mistakes, with the same feelings that have not been resolved.