I can write the saddest verses 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 love her, and sometimes she loves me too.
Nights like this, I held you in my arms
I’ve kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me and sometimes I loved her too.
How can we not love his big fixed eyes?
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Thinking I don’t have it. I feel like I’ve lost it.
Listen to the immense night, bigger without it
And the verse falls upon the soul like dew in the field.
What if my love couldn’t protect you?
The night is starry and she’s not with me
That’s all. In the distance, someone sings. Far.
My soul is not content to have lost it.
To keep him close, my gaze is looking
My heart is looking for her and she’s not with me.
The same night that lights up the same trees.
Then we’re not the same anymore
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’s. Like before you kissed me
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 oblivion is so long
Because on nights like this I held you in my arms
My soul is not content to have lost it.
Although this is the last pain it causes me
And these are the last lines I write
Pablo Neruda.
It’s over and there’s no more. This pain seems eternal and devastating, but it is not, it only taught you, all you have to do is climb another mountain, another obstacle that life has put you ahead of.
Disamorment is an abyss as deep and painful as a cell divided by disappointment. Colors, distances, bitter flavors?
But with people we have to stop loving, we have to learn a lot of things. Among other things, what we don’t want in our lives and what we want, yes.
Love and non-love make us know precisely our inner self, the one in which you do not pay attention to everyday life, which you leave in the background because it does not seem so important.
At first, when you don’t believe in what’s going on, you think it’s all a dream and there are still ways to get the lost back, overcoming this phase is a game of self-esteem.
Later, anger can flood us; anger, the need to seek out those responsible who would have explained to us that everything could go wrong. So if we keep an active attitude, sadness, pain, and our need to mourn loss will come.
But the acceptance of the farewell will come and, with it, the liberation of the soul. Is love so short and forgetting so long that nights like this, our insides will be content with having lost them?
Because when you really love and when you put your heart into what you feel, the most normal thing is to leave a lot of scars.