I Like For You to be Still by Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth .
As all things are filled with my soul you emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away. It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you: Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. One word then, one smile, is enough. And I am happy, happy that it's not true.
I like you to be quiet: as if you were gone you listened to me from a distance, but my voice could not reach you as if your eyes had wandered away like a kiss that sealed your mouth as if I were filled with everything soul and you emerged from everything, filling my soul you are like my soul, like a butterfly of dreams you are like the word melancholy
I like that you are silent: as if you are far away You sound like a moan, a butterfly whispering like a dove You listen to me from a distance, but my voice cannot reach you Let me be in your silence Be silent and let me speak to you through your silence Your silence is as bright as a lamp, simple as the night around you, with silence and stars You are like my soul, like a butterfly of dreams
I like that you are quiet: as if you were gone, thousands of miles away, full of mourning, as if you were gone, a word, a smile, is enough and I'll be happy, because it's not real happiness
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