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Monday, July 16, 2012

PABLO NERUDA- IF YOU FORGET ME




Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973) was the pen name of poet, diplomat and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. He chose his pen name after Czech poet Jan Neruda. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Neruda became known as a poet while still a teenager. He wrote in a variety of styles including surrealist poems, historical epics, overtly political manifestos, a prose autobiography, and erotically-charged love poems such as the ones in his 1924 collection Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.
Neruda always wrote in green ink as it was his personal colour of hope.
During his lifetime, Neruda held many diplomatic positions and served a stint as a senator for the Chilean Communist Party. In 1948 a warrant was issued for his arrest for sympathizing with socialist cause.
Neruda hid for several months in a basement in a Chilean port and later escaped into Argentina with the help of friends.  He was a close friend to socialist President Salvador Allende. When Neruda returned to Chile after his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Allende invited him to read at the Estadio Nacional(National Stadium) before 70,000 people.
However, Neruda was hospitalised with cancer at the time of the Chilean coup d'état led by Augusto Pinochet. Three days after being hospitalised, Neruda died of heart failure on September 23,1973.
 Already a legend in his lifetime, Neruda's death reverberated around the world. The government of Pinochet denied permission to transform Neruda's funeral into a public event. However, thousands of grieving Chileans disobeyed the curfew and crowded the streets.
                I want you to know one thing
                you know how this is 
                if I look at the crystal moon
                at the red branch of the slow autumn
                at my window
                if I touch near the fire
                the impalpable ash,
                or the wrinkled body of the log,
                everything carries me to you,
                as if everything that exists,
                aromas,
                light,
                metals,
                were little boats that sail
                towards those isles of yours
                that wait for me.
                Well, now
                if little by little you stop loving me,
                I shall stop loving you,
                little by little
                if suddenly you forget me,
                Do not look for me.
                For I shall have already forgotten you.
                if you think it long and mad,
                the wind of banners 
                that passes through my life,
                and you decide to leave me
                at the shore of the heart
                where I have roots,
                Remember,
                that on that day,               
                at that hour
                I shall lift my arms
                and my roots will set off
                to seek another land.
                But
                if each day
                each hour
                you feel you are destined for me
                with implacable sweetness
                if each day a flower,
                climbs up to your lips to seek me,
                Ah! my love,
                Ah! my own,
                in me all that fire is repeated,
                in me nothing is extinguished
                or forgotten,
                my love feeds on your love,
                beloved,
                and as long as you live
                it will be in your arms,                                                                            
                without leaving mine....... 
                (recited by Madonna)

---daman
16/07/2012 
                
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