But

and you decide

each hour,

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

I shall stop loving you little by little.

ah my love, ah my own,

to seek another land.

without leavin九*九*藏*書g mine.

you feel that you are destined for me

if each day,

You know how this is:

If you think it long and mad,

as if everything that exists,

do not look for me,

one thing.

that on that day,

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if I touch

near the fire

if little by little you stop loving me

aromas, light, metals,

the impalpable ash

of the heart where I have roots,

at that hour,

for I shall already have forgot九九藏書ten you.

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

I shall lift my arms

the wind of banners

were little boats

that passes through my life,

that sail

everything carries me to you,

or the wrinkled body of the log,

If suddenly

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

of the slow autumn at my window,

and as long as you live it wi九_九_藏_書ll be in your arms

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

to leave me at the shore

I want you to know

in me all that fire is repeated,

remember

and my roots will set off

you forget me

if I look

with implacable sweetness,