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SI T� ME OLVIDAS

Pablo Neruda

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SI T� ME OLVIDAS QUIERO que sepas una cosa. T� sabes c�mo es esto: si miro la luna de cristal, la rama roja del lento oto�o en mi ventana, si toco junto al fuego la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo de la le�a, todo me lleva a ti, como si todo lo que existe, aromas, luz, metales, fueran peque�os barcos que navegan hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan. Ahora bien, si poco a poco dejas de quererme dejar_ de quererte poco a poco. Si de pronto me olvidas no me busques, que ya te habr_ olvidado. Si consideras largo y loco el viento de banderas que pasa por mi vida y te decides a dejarme a la orilla del coraz�n en que tengo ra�ces, piensa que en ese d�a, a esa hora levantar_ los brazos y saldr�n mis ra�ces a buscar otra tierra. Pero si cada d�a, cada hora sientes que a m� est�s destinada con dulzura implacable. Si cada d�a sube una flor a tus labios a buscarme, ay amor m�o, ay m�a, en m� todo ese fuego se repite, en m� nada se apaga ni se olvida, mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada, y mientras vivas estar� en tus brazos sin salir de los m�os. If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine

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