[00:00:00]Pablo Neruda
[00:00.86]Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
[00:09.60]Write, for example, 'The night is starry
[00:17.90]and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
[00:20.80]The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
[00:29.34]Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
[00:39.96]I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
[00:48.82]Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
[00:56.50]I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
[01:04.63]She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
[01:10.51]How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
[01:19.96]Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
[01:27.66]To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
[01:34.88]To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
[01:42.11]And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
[01:56.96]What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
[02:04.00]The night is starry and she is not with me.
[02:11.19]This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
[02:18.01]My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
[02:59.14]My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
[03:05.16]My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
[03:10.12]The same night whitening the same trees.
[03:15.67]We, of that time, are no longer the same.
[03:47.46]I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
[04:02.69]My voice tries to find the wind to touch her hearing.
[04:10.70]Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
[04:17.69]Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
[04:25.95]I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
[04:32.69]Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
[04:39.14]Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
[04:46.97]my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
[04:53.59]Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
[05:00.07]and these the last verses that I write for her.