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ay, mi amor

Mi amor,
Si de repente me olvidas…

If suddenly you forget me,
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
Si poco a poco dejas de quererme…
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
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,
remember
that on that day, este dia,
at that hour, esta hora,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day, cada dia,
each hour, cada hora,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ay amor mío
ay mi amor
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.

Pablo Neruda

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