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Well

Sometimes you sink

you fall into your well of silence,

in your abyss of proud anger,

and you can hardly go back,

still with shreds of what you found

in the depth of your existence.

 

My love, what do you find in your closed well?

algae, bogs, rocks?

what do you see with blind eyes, rancorous and wounded?

my life, you will not find in the well in which you fall

what I keep for you in the height:

a bouquet of dewy jasmine,

a kiss deeper than your abyss.

 

Do not fear me, do not fall into your grudge again.

shake my word that came to hurt you

and let her fly through the open window.

she will hurt me again without you directing her

since she was loaded with a hard instant

and that instant will be disarmed in my chest.

 

Smile radiantly at me if my mouth hurts you.

i'm not a sweet shepherd like in fairy tales,

but a good woodcutter who shares with you

earth, wind and thorns of the mountains.

 

Love me, smile at me, help me to be good.

don't hurt me, it will be useless,

don't hurt me because you hurt yourself.

 

by Pablo Neruda

 

 

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