Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, 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 estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
For those of you that doesn't speak spanish
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.
Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.
I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.
Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.
A beautiful poem of Neruda! He is a great poet!
Nice photo also!
your quoted neruda poem inspired me to my new entry (the interpretation of someone being quiet, not answering, not trying to communicate as a sign for something good, not bad); thanks a lot for this. i think you are describing something very important in our loud, noise, always feedback and communication demanding society; the right to "feel" things instead of talking about them. :-)
Je ne traduis pas les mots! je préfère laisser mon imagination vagabonder! Une invitation au partage avec ces objets! Et peut-être une pluie "d'or" pour le remercier:-) Et non, je n'ai pas perdu un neurone:-)
This intense your photos in black and white reminds me of a great painter Morandi's Italian 900. There is an image that shows him behind manufattti as those that you represent. He was a master of still life, represented in simple shapes such as the light was surreal poetry that permeated his work!
I probably wrote too :-)
Wow this post is divine. Genius! Very moving poem married to an equally thought-provoking photo! I think I get the symbolism, they all have mouths but they are so much better off in the world of silence; a vow of silence. Silence is pure. Silence communicates!