When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me one more time
to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
for you to smell the sea that we loved together
and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.
I want for what I love to go on living
and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
for that, go on flowering, flowery one,
so that you reach all that my love orders for you,
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know by this the reason for my song.
When I die
About the poet
Pablo Neruda
Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973), better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda, was a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet-diplomat and politician. Neruda became known as a poet when he was 13 years old…
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shattered
Don't go far off
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
Die slowly
Die slowlyHe who becomes the slave of habit,
Here I love you
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
I want you to know
If You Forget MeI want you to know
