After my last post, I felt a little done, so I came across one of my drafts, which I thought would fit with that: living, dying, and growing again! I hope you will enjoy it.💖

Pablo Neruda – I ask for silence

From the book’s collection of poems

Now, leave me alone.
Now, get used to it without me.
I am going to close my eyes
And I only want five things,
five favourite roots.
One is endless love.
The second thing is to experience autumn.
I can’t be without the leaves
fly and return to earth.
The third thing is the grave winter,
the rain that I loved, the caress
of fire in the wild cold.
Fourthly, summer
round like a watermelon.
The fifth thing is your eyes,
My beloved Matilda,
I don’t want to sleep without your eyes,
I don’t want to live without you looking at me:
I change the spring
why you keep looking at me.
Friends, that’s all I want.
It’s almost nothing and almost everything.
Now if you want you can go.
I have lived so long that one day
they will have to forget me by force,
erasing myself from the slate:
my heart was endless.
But why do I ask for silence?
Don’t think I’m going to die:
The opposite happens to me:
It happens that I’m going to live.
It happens that I am and that I continue.
It will not be, then, but within
grain will grow from me,
first, the grains that break
the earth to see the light,
but Mother Earth is dark:
and inside me, I am dark:
I am like a fountain in whose waters
the night leaves its stars
and continues alone through the field.
It’s about how much I’ve lived
that I want to live as long.
I never felt so in harmony,
I have never had so many kisses.
Now, as always, it’s early.
The light flies with its bees.
Leave me alone with the day.
I ask permission to be born.