So after my photo shoot with PSO this morning, walking through a little plaza with busts of Chile’s famous, I came across a favorite, Pablo Neruda; with a drizzle falling upon us, it looked as if he were crying.

So I would like to put his words with those tears, and put my tears with those same words.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

 

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

-Excerpt from Neruda's If You Forget Me

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

 

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.