I you to know
one thing.
You know his is:
if I look
at tal moon, at the red branch
of tumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the log,
everyto you,
as if everyt exists,
aromas, ligals,
tle boats
t sail
to for me.
ell, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I sop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I sten you.
If you t long and mad,
the wind of banners
t passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of t ws,
remember
t on t day,
at t hour,
I s my arms
and my roots off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel t you are destined for me
ness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all t fire is repeated,
in me notinguisten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
leaving mine.