It needs to absorb more nutrients to evolve this living body.
Like a poet who uses poetry to sublimate the sensory world . The faster the time
, the faster the clock of life is ticking . In my
life,
my film is more about a kind of friendship
. The pure love infiltrated in
it is also touched by the
happiness in my heart. Maybe it is because there is no truth.
At that time , a word, a smile, is enough
. I'll be happy, happy
that it's not
true You touched me in my dreams
I Like For You to be Still
by Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night , with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then , one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.
I like that you are silent:
as if you were gone
You listen to me from a distance,
but my voice can't touch you
As if your eyes have drifted away
like a kiss, Your mouth is sealed
Like my soul
that fills everything and you emerge from everything and
fill my soul
You are like my soul,
like a butterfly of dreams
You are like the word "melancholy"
I like that you are quiet :
as if you were far away
You sounded like a lament,
a butterfly whispering like a dove
You listened to me from a distance,
but my voice could not reach you
Let me be silent in your silence
and let me Talk to
you in your silence Your silence is as bright as a lamp,
simple as a ring
You are like the night,
with silence and stars
You are like my soul,
like a butterfly of dreams
I like that you are silent:
as if you were gone
Thousands of miles away, full of mourning,
as if you were no longer in this world
At that time, a word, a smile, was enough
And I'll be happy, happy
because it's not real
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