It pleases me your silence
because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from afar,
and my voice cannot touch you.
It seems
that your eyes had flown,
and that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled by my soul,
you emerge from such things
filled with my soul.
Butterfly of dreams,
you are like my soul
and you are like the word
melancholy.
It pleases me that you’re still
and that it is like you are distant.
It is as though you are saddened,
butterfly of lullabies,
and you hear me from afar,
and my voice cannot reach you.
Let me grow still
with your silence,
and let me speak to you
with your silence;
it is clear like a light,
simple like a ring.
You are as the night,
silent and with eyes of stars.
Your silence is like a star’s,
so far away and unadorned.
It pleases me your silence
because it is as though you are absent,
distant and anguished
as if you had died.
A word then,
a smile is enough.
And I am gladdened,
glad that it is not so.
PABLO NERUDA
Contribute by :- Zahira Munoz
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