hoy un poema de neruda (sin acentos desgraciadamente).
no, perdoname si tu no vives si tu, querida, amor mio si tu, te has muerto todas las hojas caeran en mi pecho llovera sobre mi alma noche y dia la nieve quemara mi corazon andare con frio y fuego y muerte y nieve
pero seguire vivo porque tu me quisiste sobre todas las cosas indomable
...and it does. it does rain on my soul night and day, llovera sobre mi alma noche y dia. i walk with frost and fire and death and snow.
i write to you letters i can't send. i read you words you can't hear.
since I've been in contact with any written Spanish, but it was my second language in high school. Unfortunately, I never really studied it seriously. And, I do regret that, but we all regret certain things that we failed to do or work on in our youth.
I can only partly understand the poem?, still, it does go straight to the soul.I haven't the faintest idea of when or where or how you lost your precious person and I don't intend to pry. But your sorrow and love come through loud and clear--and I'm sure he will be with you for the rest of your days. I can't imagine living without the love of my life--which is my husband, but I do know I would die inside, never being able to make my dry, black heart to beat again for another person... Thank you for sharing your precious experience and feelings.
(2005.08.07 01:47:37)
----- Thank you for your thoughts. I will always carry him in my heart, and after so many years I still have an icy, burning, unrelenting grief in a small corner of my soul. Until very recently I was unable to talk about this with even my closest friends - for fear that I would burst, should I begin.
The true wonder is that for many years now, every day is a shout of joy. Moomin and I are dancing a complicated dance of rich, deep bliss. We laugh every day that a thousand years together wouldn't be nearly enough. And just like your husband, he goes to extraordinary lengths to avoid overnight business trips - because he hates to miss even one night together. (I worry, too, about the early mornings, the late nights.)
At first I felt intensely guilty (first towards one, then the other). And sometimes I still wonder: if there's a heaven, and on one cloud your long lost love is smiling, and on the other your radiant life-long partner is holding out his hand...? I suppose that if there is such a place, there would be no such dilemma.
(2005.08.07 04:20:03)