Lily4ever

I like for you to be still by NerudaI like for you to be still: it is as though you were absentand you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch youIt seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthAs all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soulYou are like my soul, a butterfly of dreamand you are like the word Melancholy I like for you to be still, and you seem far awayIt sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a doveAnd you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach youLet me come to be still in your silenceAnd let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a lamp, simple as a ringYou are like the night, with its stillness and constellationsYour silence is that of a star, as remote and candid I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absentdistant and full of sorrow, as though you had diedOne word then, one smile, is enoughAnd I'm happy, happy that it's not true 我喜欢你是寂静的 b