Me Gustas Cuando Callas - Pablo Neruda
Me Gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente,
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
Y perece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas estan llenas de mi alma
Emerges de las cosas,llena del alma mia
Mariposa de sueno, te pareces a mi alma
Y te pareces a la palabra melancolia

Me gustas cuando callas y estas como distante.
Y esta como quejandote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
dejame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Dejame que te hable tambien con tu silencio
claro como una lampara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como hubieras muerto.
Una palabraentonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto

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I Like It When You're Quiet-Pablo Neruda
I like it when you're quiet, It's as is you weren't here now,
and you heard me froma distance, and my voice couldn't reach you.
It's as if your eyes had flown away from you, and as if your mouth were closed because I leaned to kiss you.

Just as all living things are filled with my soul,
You emerge from all living things filled with the soul of me.
It's as if, a butterfly in dreams, you were my soul,
and as if you were the soul's word, melancholy.

I like it when you are quiet. It's as if you'd gone away now.
And you'd become the keening, the butterfly's insistence.
And you heard me from a distance and my voice didn't reach you:
it's then that what I want is to be quiet with your silence.

It's then that what I want is to speak to your silence
in a speech as clear as lamplight, as plain as a gold ring.
You are quiet like the night, and like the night you're star-lit.
Your silences are star-like, they're a distant and a simple thing.

I like it when you're quiet. It's as if you weren't here now.
Aws if you were dead now, and sorrowful, and distant.
A word then is sufficient, or a smile, to make me happy,
Happy that it seems so certain that you're present.

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Picked up my Neruda collection, randomly flipped to a page and this is what I got. Love the bittersweetness of it :)

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) is widely considered one of the greatest poets of the 20th century. His funeral is also a key moment in Chilean history. It marks the first public protest against Pinochet's dictatorship.

Now, some may ask how did I come across Neruda? Am I a being fan of poetry? nope. The truth is a lot simpler.... Did a search for Nobel laurette who died in the year that I was born in and his name was one of the many that popped up ( i was that bored back then...) The next day I popped into Kinokuniya to get a collection of his poems. Interesting and some are intense... wish I know Spanish. Would love to be able to appreciate the beauty of his poems in its original form. no matter how well it's translated, a lot of the essence would have been lost. That basically applies to so many other work of art/entertainment. An obvious one is foreign movies.

A recent topic in the Fitness Fever forum mentioned favourite movie. There are countless movies that I adore and it's impossible to name just one. There are however a few that I'd always have a soft spot for.... Cinema Paradiso and Ill Postino. If I can speak and understand Italian, I'm certain I'd love them even more and would have suffer severe dehydration..... from excessive sobbing :p