#future dude

Poem XV  I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,  and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.  It looks as though your eyes had flown away  and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth. Like all things are full of my soul  You emerge from the things, full of my soul.  Dream butterfly, you seem like my soul,  and you seem like the word melancholy.  I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.  It is as though you are lamenting, butterfly in lullaby.  And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you: let me fall quiet with your own silence.  Let me also speak to you with your silence  Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.  You are like the night, quiet and full of stars. Your silence is of a star, so far away and simple.  I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.  Distant and full of sorrow as if you had died.  A word then, a smile is enough.  And I am happy, happy that it is not true.  ~Pablo Neruda