IF YOU FORGET ME Poem by Pablo Neruda - Read by ZHI EZE also World of ZHI <br />Music "Firedance" by Bill Whelan from Riverdance <br />Performers: Sara Baras and Yolanda Gonzales Sobrado <br /> <br />If You Forget Me <br />By Pablo Neruda <br /> <br />I want you to know <br />one thing. <br /> <br />You know how this is: <br />if I look <br />at the crystal moon, at the red branch <br />of the slow autumn at my window, <br />if I touch <br />near the fire <br />the impalpable ash <br />or the wrinkled body of the log, <br />everything carries me to you, <br />as if everything that exists, <br />aromas, light, metals, <br />were little boats <br />that sail <br />toward those isles of yours that wait for me. <br /> <br />Well, now, <br />if little by little you stop loving me <br />I shall stop loving you little by little. <br /> <br />If suddenly <br />you forget me <br />do not look for me, <br />for I shall already have forgotten you. <br /> <br />If you think it long and mad, <br />the wind of banners <br />that passes through my life, <br />and you decide <br />to leave me at the shore <br />of the heart where I have roots, <br />remember <br />that on that day, <br />at that hour, <br />I shall lift my arms <br />and my roots will set off <br />to seek another land. <br /> <br />But <br />if each day, <br />each hour, <br />you feel that you are destined for me <br />with implacable sweetness, <br />if each day a flower <br />climbs up to your lips to seek me, <br />ah my love, ah my own, <br />in me all that fire is repeated, <br />in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, <br />my love feeds on your love, beloved, <br />and as long as you live it will be in your arms <br />without leaving mine. <br /> <br />"Si Tu Me Olvidas" <br />By Pablo Neruda En Español: <br />(In Spanish) <br /> <br />Quiero que sepas <br />una cosa. <br /> <br />Tú sabes cómo es esto: <br />si miro <br />la luna de cristal, la rama roja <br />del lento otoño en mi ventana, <br />si toco <br />junto al fuego <br />la impalpable ceniza <br />o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña, <br />todo me lleva a ti, <br />como si todo lo que existe: <br />aromas, luz, metales, <br />fueran pequeños barcos que navegan <br />hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan. <br /> <br />Ahora bien, <br />si poco a poco dejas de quererme <br />dejaré de quererte poco a poco. <br /> <br />Si de pronto <br />me olvidas <br />no me busques, <br />que ya te habré olvidado. <br /> <br />Si consideras largo y loco <br />el viento de banderas <br />que pasa por mi vida <br />y te decides <br />a dejarme a la orilla <br />del corazón en que tengo raíces, <br />piensa <br />que en esa día, <br />a esa hora <br />levantaré los brazos <br />y saldrán mis raíces <br />a buscar otra tierra. <br /> <br />Pero <br />si cada día, <br />cada hora, <br />sientes que a mí estás destinada <br />con dulzura implacable, <br />si cada día sube <br />una flor a tus labios a buscarme, <br />ay amor mío, ay mía, <br />en mí todo ese fuego se repite, <br />en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida, <br />mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada, <br />y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos <br />sin salir de los míos. <br />
