| "Wind on the Island" By Pablo Neruda The wind is a horse: hear how he runs through the sea, through the sky. He wants to take me: listen how he roves the world to take me far away. Hide me in your arms just for this night, while the rain breaks against sea and earth its innumerable mouth. Listen how the wind calls to me galloping to take me far away. With your brow on my brow, with your mouth on my mouth, our bodies tied to the love that consumes us, let the wind pass and not take me away. Let the wind rush crowned with foam, let it call to me and seek me galloping in the shadow, while I, sunk beneath your big eyes, just for this night shall rest, my love. |