Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'I have never felt the convincing waves
Crashing over the rocks of my heart'
Or, 'this night I have watched a thousand suns dying,
Extinguished from existence in the obsidian sky'
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Only in loving her does the puzzle seem complete.
For only after being in the midst of chaos
Is it possible to comprehend the nature of peace.
Our souls have danced together underneath a waxing moon
Though she slept in a distant place sharing the same sky
And I have understood her with just one look
And she has loved me a centuries worth in a heartbeat.
This love and understanding; it is all of existence now.
The sky is nothing but a cord that connects us, a song she sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. So simply.
Without fear of losing my soul to the underworld.
Her song. It is her song that will keep me,
Keep me willingly caught in her cage,
Keep me from writing the saddest lines
Yet ever having to feel their pain again.
Though these be some of the first words
I write for her…
Nothing is more certain within my soul
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This is a nod (OK, rip off) of the great Pablo Neruda's poem with the same title - His version was about the end of love, I wanted mine to be about the beginning
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by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain
that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.