POETRY

Neruda Adios

"To become wise, much better than gold; to act with intelligence is preferable to silver." King Solomon, Prov. 16:16


Today, I can write the happiest verses of life
and the saddest love songs of death.
Could I love her more?
May I thrill her better?
Just making her happy,
just doing well for her.
Maybe yes, perhaps no.
As any flower, she loves me, she loves me not;
so go the petals like jockeys on a carousel.
Up and down, one round to go.
She said yes but meant to say no.
I loved smelling her breast,
touching her hair, kissing her lips.
And I sing, "Say you, say me"
wating for the whispering wind
to bring back our promises,our song.
j.a.canto, MBA 2007