Saturday, September 11, 2010

Pwede tumula, makatang-makata.

I saw this poem on my classmate's wall and instantly, I fell in love with it. It was presented in video form and was read by Madonna. If you wish to listen to it, I posted it on my Facebook wall. The lines, "Well, now, / if little by little you stop loving me / I shall stop loving you little by little," struck a chord in my heart. That line perfectly says what I should do.

The poem really depicts what I am feeling now. It reflects the right kind of strength and conviction, and the right kind of hope and faith a hurting person must have--strength and conviction to move forward; hope and faith to still hold on. I don't know about hope and faith, but I believe it's strength and conviction that must prevail in me. That's what I'm doing and will continue doing.

Ah, Pablo Neruda. Could you just reincarnate into a boy-next-door's body? Promise, ako na ang manliligaw sayo ;p

If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda 

If You Forget Me
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
toward 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 already have 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,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that 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.


  1. I knew it! I mean, the "line" that struck you the most. oh well, hay...hugs

  2. syempre naman. that's the sanest thing to do noh. ang ganda at ang bait ko kaya to hold on to someone unworthy of the love i'm offering. LOL ;p


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