Arts Without Borders: Love

Posted January 13, 2018

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noonLike a blue flower, without you walkingLater through the fog and the cobbles,

Without the light you carry in your hand, which may others have not seen,
Which would not one knew was growing
Like the red beginnings of a rose

In short, without your presence: without your coming
Suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
Gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:

Since then I am because you are, > And through love I will be, you will be.

A growing sunflower
A growing sunflower

Love Sonnet by Pablo Neruda
Maybe not be is to be without that you are,
Without you cutting the midday
Like a blue flower, without you walking
Later by the fog and the bricks,

Without that light that you carry in the hand
That maybe others will not see golden,
Maybe no one knew it grew
Like the red origin of the rose,

end, without you coming
Brusca, inciting, to know my life,
Blast of the rose, wheat of the wind,

And since then I am because you are, , I am and we are,
And for love I will be, you will be, we will be