Ok, Sinabi ko na
na kung kinalimutan mo ako.
Kung kakalimutan mo ako. Kung nawala ako sa isip mo.
Hindi na kita patutuntungin kahit sa door mat ng kamalayan ko.
Ok, ang nasabi ko ay nasabi ko na.
Pero ang nakakainis
At nakakatawa, bakit sinisilip pa rin kita
mula sa maliit na siwang ng bintanang
sinadya kong iniwang bukas para makahinga.
Ok,
Kung kinalimutan mo na ako at tuluyang nawala sa sa isip mo,
Ok,
Kung nakatulog kang hindi man lang naalala
ang pangalan ko. Huwag na huwag mo na akong hanapin
Tuluyan mo nang alisin ako sa isip mo
dahil hindi lang ako naka-invi. Nag-logout na ako.
At nagbubuklat ng dictionary.
Sinusubukang tagalugin ang tula ni Pablo Neruda.
Pero habang hindi ko pa nahahanap ang mga tamang salita.
Habang hindi ko pa natutumbasan ng mga tamang kataga
hayaan **** basahin ko muna
nang mahina.
"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, 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 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."
