the poem is so moving.
and
his voice makes me wanna melt. *sigh*

altogether, this piece is BEAUTIFUL, in every sense of the word.
♥ it!

i thank you to the heavens and back for posting this! " love is so short, forgetting is so long"

its prideandrehab@yahoo.com thanks

can you send this to my email?

hmm.. i really don't know.. i think it only works when pasted in the media box..tsk.sorry..

hi! would u know how to put this file as comment/testi in friendster? tried pasting the embed code in the comments field, but it dint work... anybody??? thanks! thanks for the upload, btw

wonderful!!!

i love neruda and his works specially this poem If you Forget Me.

Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda


Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and 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 the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry 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 tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
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 tries to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so 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.

nice nice...
i miss hearing this...
really love his poems..