ang lamig today. temperature was around 4 degrees celsius pero it feels like -2 degrees celsius kapag humangin. thats below freezing point kaya para kang nasa loob ng freezer kapag nasa labas ka and after 10 minutes of walking, numb na ang mga pisngi at ilong mo dahil sa lamig. that is if walang takip ang face mo. gaya ko.
may snow drizzles pati kanina. flurry ata ang tawag duon... nakakapuwing :) aliw. pers taym, e.
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someone sent me this poem today... its one of the saddest poems i have read. and i have read a lot of such kind. i really pray this would be the last time this person has to come across a poem as sad as this one and had to send it to someone... sana this heartache would be his last...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars 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 immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered 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 searches for her as though to go to her.
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. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is 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.
1 comment:
hi gezelle, layla here. thank you for posting a comment on my blog. glad to know you still remember me after all this time. and yes, of course, i would post pictures of my baby when he or she arrives.
about the poem, did you know that it is by pablo neruda, one of the greatest chilean poets of modern times? he is my favorite and the poem is one of his most famous. there is an italian movie "il postino" that features some of his works.
there is sadness in the lines your friend sent you and i guess neruda did not know how his words might affect the souls of generations to come.
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