When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
To pass their freshness over me one more time
To feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
For you to smell the sea that we loved together
And for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.
I want for what I love to go on living
And as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
For that, go on flowering, flowery one,
So that you reach all that my love orders for you,
So that my shadow passes through your hair,
So that they know by this the reason for my song.
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
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
Toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
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,
That on that day,
At that hour,
I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off
To seek another land.
If each day,
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.