Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Poem #20 By: Pablo Neruda

Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambien me quiso.

En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La bese tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.




A portion of a Spanish poem I had to memorize and recite during class on Wednesday.
I was surprised how accurately and emotionally this describes how I felt some days ago, because of a song I did not ever want to hear again.

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