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Gorgeous Neruda

I'm not feeling guilty about the money spent on books anymore.
I *am* wondering how the hell I'm ever going to read this A+ book. I stare at the pages and it floats in... wanders around.. checks out the pad... says 'hello' to a few smaller ideas it's vaguely related to and hurries off back to the page.
Grar.
Flash cards? Would flash cards work? Do I need a gaddamned visual aid?

But from Neruda....
(translated of course)

I Like For You To Be Still

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 a dream,
and you are liked the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterly
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 in 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.



It sounds better when it's being whispered in a throaty voice... but ... you get the idea. ..

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