Tuesday, November 14, 2006

My world lies not in material things.
Not in buildings made of stone.
Nor riches that you can own.
It does not lie in possession, nor exploitation.
Nor objects or things in the park.
But it lies in the other,
In another soul.


Unfortunately for me, it is the hardest pill to swallow; it is the hardest fall to make.

4 Comments:

At 10:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i was glad when you came out of your shell to reconnect to people. but it worries me when you sound like you feel incomplete without an "other"

 
At 6:13 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

don't know if you ever found it but anyhow, here it goes:

by Pablo Neruda

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.

 
At 5:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

can't understand that on one hand this "other" - this living soul- is all the world to you while on the other hand you can easily say that , this is a bitter pill to swallow...how is that?....its really unfortunate :(

 
At 9:38 PM, Blogger kauban said...

Hey, miss pablita, salamat sa iyong sulat. The only reply I can give is, "I'm speechless!!!" Hehe!Ganda-ganda...

 

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