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,
- 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.
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