If I look
at the white moon,
if I touch
near the old branch
the wrinkled leaf,
if I hear the sound of air,
if I think of the sarcasm in ur voice,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me…Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
shall I stop loving you little by little??
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
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,
do you think
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,
my love, my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love,
and as long as you live,
it will be in your arms
without leaving mine…
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