FRIEND, do not die...de PABLO NERUDA.

DE PABLO NERUDA.

Friend, do not die
FRIEND, do not die
Listen to me these words that come out burning,
and that nobody would say if I did not say them.

Friend, do not die

I am the one waiting for you in the starry night.
Which under the bloody setting sun awaits.

I watch the fruits fall on the dark earth.
I look dance the drops of dew on the grass.

In the night to the thick perfume of the roses,
when the round of the immense shadows dances.

Under the southern sky, the one that awaits you when
the afternoon air like a mouth kisses.

Friend, do not die

I am the one who cut the rebellious garlands
for the jungle bed fragrant sun and jungle.
The one who brought yellow hyacinths in his arms.
And torn roses. And bloody poppies.

The one who crossed his arms to wait for you, now.
The guy that broke his arches. The one that bent his arrows.

I am the one who keeps the taste of grapes on my lips.
Refreshed clusters. Red bites.

He who calls you from the plains sprouted.
I am the one who wants you in the hour of love.

The afternoon air shifts the tall branches.
Drunk, my heart. under God, wobbles.

The unleashed river breaks into tears and sometimes
his voice becomes thin and becomes pure and tremulous.

The blue complaint of the water resounds in the evening.
Friend, do not die!

I'm the one waiting for you in the starry night,
on the golden beaches, on the blonde eras.

The one who cut hyacinths for your bed, and roses.
Lying among the herbs I am the one waiting for you!