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Don’t speak to me. I want to be with you.

The dream that doesn’t feed on dream vanishes

I want because of what I wanted, and what I wanted, I wouldn’t want again.

Some things become such a part of us that we forget them.

There are pains that have lost their memory and don’t remember why they are painful.

There are those fallen who don’t get up so as not to fall again.

We don’t forgive being as we are.

At the last moment, my whole life will last a moment.

translated from the Spanish by Gonzalo Melchor

7 Comments

  1. Michael Koehler

    June 27, 2012 at 2:37 am

    Words I needed to hear, and that they should show when they did. I love poetry. It is always saving my life.

  2. So much wisdom in so few words. Each line strikes a forgotten chord.

  3. ….and this is how we realign our kundalini…such wisdom

  4. Alice D'Alessio

    June 28, 2012 at 12:16 am

    these are wonderful…I want to copy them, I want to memorize them and keep them forever

  5. Phil Hansotia

    June 28, 2012 at 3:07 am

    Echos of Pablo Neruda. The lines are impeccable in brevity and universal insight of the Human Condition. I had to read and re-read theses lines before they began to sink in.
    Thank you..Phil.

  6. Thank you for these words of wisdom. The first line struck a special chord with me.

  7. Poetry like this is the best new “bible” ….guidance for living, loving and dying.

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