rants&musings
Friday, December 05, 2003
hihi =) dis is darryl's fren here. he's now in australia, so he asked me 2 help him post sth on his blog.. he'll b returnin tmr at 9pm ^.^
since i dun dink dat u may b interested in my mundane daily lifestyle or de crap dat i'm capable of comin up wif, i guess i shall entertain u wif a poem entitled "Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada" written by Pablo Neruda ((de greatest poet alive. he's my fave u noe!)). i hope u wun fall asleep k.. here goes ((wif eng translation)):
"Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her."
As the Chinese saying goes, "Unrequitted love results in eternal hatred" - have the courage and strength to let go when there's no more point of holding on ((i hereby apologize for all grammatical + spelling errors, my english sucks, and i so happen to NOT know my limits and end up putting such profound sentiments into words which are used only by offspring of cavemen. i can express myself better in chinese =x )). But then again, if you allow yourself to be the subject of the pain which love can bring, maybe we can have yet another impressive poet like Pablo who first charmed the world with his "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" ((which i shall say is IMPOSSIBLE in singapore. since when did we ever produce someone remarkable enough to be remembered by the rest of the world even after his/her death? Stefanie Sun can go to hell as well)). But still, it's good to reminisce as long as one does not indulge too much in memories. *what am i talking about* AIYA, juzx dun b a victim of lurve!! life is short so stay happie~ dun tk lurve as a game too, or else sum day u'll b de one being fooled.
last bt nt least, i hope dat de contents of dis entry wun b labelled "rubbish" by darryl(*cross fingers + pray hard*) n dat none of u has fallen asleep~
darryl was chasing the sun at 15:54.
