Se não puderes ser um pinheiro no topo de uma colina,
Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê
O melhor arbusto à margem do regato.
Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.
Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva
E dá alegria a algum caminho.
Se não puderes ser uma estrada,
Sê apenas uma senda,
Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.
Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...
Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas.
De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío
y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.
Pablo NerudaOh Earth, Wait for Me
Return me, oh sun,
to my wild destiny,
rain of the ancient wood,
bring me back the aroma and the swords
that fall from the sky,
the solitary peace of pasture and rock,
the damp at the river-margins,
the smell of the larch tree,
the wind alive like a heart
beating in the crowded restlessness
of the towering araucaria.
Earth, give me back your pure gifts,
the towers of silence which rose
from the solemnity of their roots.
I want to go back to being what I have not been,
and learn to go back from such deeps
that among all natural things
I could live or not live; it does not matter
to be one stone more, the dark stone,
the pure stone which the river bears away.
«Para mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas.»
Pablo NerudaTodo era de los otros y de nadie, hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza llenaron el otoño de regalos.
Pablo NerudaTe amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera.
Pablo NerudaLas olas dicen a la costa firme:
"Todo sera cumplido.
به آرامی آغاز به مردن میکنی…
اگر سفر نکنی،
اگر کتابی نخوانی،
اگر به اصوات زندگی گوش ندهی،
اگر از خودت قدردانی نکنی،
به آرامی آغاز به مردن میکنی.
زمانی که خودباوری را در خودت بکشی،
وقتی نگذاری دیگران به تو کمک کنند،
به آرامی آغاز به مردن میکنی
اگر بردهی عادات خود شوی،
اگر همیشه از یک راه تکراری بروی …،
اگر روزمرّگی را تغییر ندهی،
اگر رنگهای متفاوت به تن نکنی،
یا اگر با افراد ناشناس صحبت نکنی،
به آرامی آغاز به مردن میکنی.
اگر از شور و حرارت،
از احساسات سرکش،
و از چیزهایی که چشمانت را به درخشش وامیدارند،
و ضربان قلبت را تندتر میکنند،
دوری کنی… ،
به آرامی آغاز به مردن میکنی.
اگر هنگامی که با شغلت یا عشقت شاد نیستی، آن را عوض نکنی،
اگر برای مطمئن در نامطمئن خطر نکنی،
اگر ورای رؤیاها نروی،
اگر به خودت اجازه ندهی،
که حداقل یک بار در تمام زندگیات
ورای مصلحتاندیشی بروی …
امروز زندگی را آغاز کن!
امروز مخاطره کن!
امروز کاری کن!
نگذار که به آرامی بمیری!
شادی را فراموش نکن!
So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.
Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands smooth as grapes.
And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
It climbs the same way on damp walls.
You are to blame for this cruel sport.
They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.
Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.
The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.
You listen to other voices in my painful voice.
Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.
But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.
Stichwörter: love despair loneliness companionship anguish so-that-you-will-hear-me
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