ME gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
Pablo Neruda!!
I Like You When You Are Quiet
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.
Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.
I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.
Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.
Pablo Neruda.
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.
Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.
I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.
Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.
Pablo Neruda.
i didnt have the words to fill those spaces
i felt my life was lost in there, not knowing
what was there...
what was happening
if there was something i could do
but the only thing i got was
silence and more silence
absense
and needed more
and wanted more
trying to fill the need of my skin
for that touch
with his smiles
trying to fill the spaces of his kisses
with his words
breathing
and trying to live
when he had my life in his hands...
the worst of all...
now i lost everything and dont have a minimum
of hope
dont have anything
and im dead...
killed by his silence and his absense
walking thru the world
trying to think im alive
trying to look up again
and...
I have to admit...
I didnt want to
and was keeping a stupid hope on nothing
just thinking
that maybe
i´m alive
and can continue
of course trying to move on but looking back all the time
but now...
im resigned...
and the feeling is just terrible...
is like realizing that u wont smile again
that u wont love again
that u just live
and move around bcz the destiny is not good enough to let you go...
me... someone who loves to laugh
how im going to live without smiles??
how im going to live without a life??
I tried to move on
and got found by an Angel..
using the same words
the same kindness
the same way to tell me
he will be waiting till i decide
to look at him.
Got envolved on a tale
and a poem...
then a touch 
and had to run away...
and had to run away...
because on every word
i heard from the Angel
that tale
every poem
and that touch
i felt him...
and just realized
that i didnt get ugly...
Is that im not green
I´m not available...
Is that im still in love with someone
that see me horrible
when i was building a world
when i needed him
someone that didnt want to understand
my need and thot i couldnt think
without him in me
who thot i was moving strings
to make him move
when i was just in need of him
when i was thirsty for his love
when i was dying for his kisses
and couldnt continue living
without knowing
if I meant the same for him
problem...
I remember what i said one time
I love to write
I love to make something beautifull
out of my words
and i dont want to write
i dont want to build a world with words
anymore
i want to live
and smile
but that is denied...
and since i dont bother anybody
with my pathetic love
I´ll just continue writing
puting my tears in the inkpot
and write...
Piedelmundo...
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