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Thinking, Tangling Shadows

Pablo Neruda

Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude.


You are far away too, oh farther than anyone.
Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving images,
burying lamps.

Belfry of fogs, how far away, up there!


Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes,
taciturn miller,
night falls on you face downward, far from the city.

You presence is foreign, as strange to me as a thing.


I think, I explore great tracts of my life before you.
My life before anyone, my harsh life.
The shout facing the sea, among the rocks,
running free, mad, in the sea-spray.
The sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the sea.
Headlong, violent, stretched towards the sky.

You, woman, what were you there, what ray, what vane
of that immense fan? You were as far as you are now.
Fire in the forest! Burn in blue crosses.
Burn, burn, flame up, sparkle in trees of light.

It collapses, crackling. Fire. Fire.


And my soul dances, seared with curls of fire.
Who calls? What silence peopled with echoes?
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude,
hour that is mine from among them all!

Hunting horn through which the wind passes singing.


Such a passion of weeping tied to my bedy.
Shaking of all the roots,
attack of all the waves!
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.

Thinking, burying lamps in the deep solitude.

Who are you, who are you?


Last Time
Secondhand Serenade

I'm stuck with writing songs


Just to forget
What they really were about
And these words are bringing me so deeply insane
That I don't think I can take my way out

I couldn't breathe through it


Like I need to and the words don't mean a thing

So I'll sing this song to you


For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of days spent without you
And there is nothing left to prove

I'm counting all the things I could have done


To make you see
That I wanted us to be what I go to sleep and dream of
I want you to know that I'd die for you
I'd die for you

I couldn't breathe through it


Like I need to and the words don't mean a thing

So I'll sing this song to you


For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of the days spent without you
And there's nothing left to prove

And if you are alone


Make sure you're not lonely
'cause if you are, I blame myself
For never being home
I know I'm not the only one
Who will treat you like they should
What you deserve

I'm stuck with writing songs


Just to forget

So I'll sing this song to you


For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of the days spent without you
And there's nothing left to prove

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