I Like for You to Be Still（1/1）

Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,

And you hearfro far away and y voice does not touch you.

It sees as though your eyes had flown away

And it sees that a kiss had sealed your outh.

As all thgs are filled with y soul

Ye fro the thgs, filled with y soul.

You are like y soul, a butterfly of drea,

And you are like the word Mencholy.

I like for you to be still, and you see far away.

It sounds as though you were ntg, a butterfly og like a dove.

And you hearfro far away, and y voice does not reach you:

Lete to be stillyour silence.

Aalk to you with your silence

That is bright as a p, siple as a rg.

You are like the night, with its stillness and ions.

Your silence is that of a star, as reote and did.

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 sile, is enough.

And I a happy, happy that its not true.