

For someone who has the destructive potential of a tsunami and because she knows the pain of a broken heart:
Poem by Pablo Neruda 20
Write, for example: "The night is starry
and shiver, blue stars in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
At night like this, I in my arms.
kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
I not have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
think that I have not. Feel that I lost.
hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the grass.
does it matter that my love could not keep.
The night is starry and she is not me.
That's it. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is lost without her.
as though to my eyes search.
My heart looks, and she is not me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, then, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, true, but how I loved.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
the other. Will be someone else. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love.
Love is so short and forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like this I held my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this is the last pain she causes me,
and these the last verses that I write.