Saturday, September 15, 2007

recordé algo



i remembered something.


recordé el día en que hablamos de muerte. when you said that you can't stand it if i died. you said, you'd like it if we died together. and you ask me, how you'd know if I've gone...

"pano kung di tayo magkasama? pano ko malalaman?"

"Hm... makakakita ka ng white rose... every corner... everywhere you looked, you'll find white roses..."

"Ako... pag nauna ako sa yo, bigla na lang may babagsak sa harapan mong white feather. Out of nowhere."

One time we fought. I forgot what it was about. And something happened to make us forget that we were mad at each other. I was in the classroom, he was outside waiting for my class to be over. Then, a note. He slipped a note through the window and had the note passed to me.

When I opened it, what I saw made my skin crawl. Una pluma blanca delicada.

"This dropped in front of me out of nowhere."

Just imagine, on the highest floor of the building. He was sitting with his back on the window. And a white feather drops on his lap.

When class was over, I said...

"Doesn't count. It dropped in front of you, not me. You're a bad boy. You won't die yet."


I dont know what else to do
So I cry
And nobody hears me, I cry
It`s my only solution, I cry
Through all this confusion, I cry
With all of my heart, I cry
--I Cry, Yuri Chika


Madonna - If You F...

"If You Forget Me"

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
Ahh my love, ahh 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



 "Si Tu Me Olvidas"
By Pablo Neruda

Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en esa día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada día,
cada hora,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.

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