The Wind on the Island
The wind is a horse: hear how it runs through the sea, through the sky. It wants to carry me: listen how it roves around the world to take me far away. Hide me in your arms just for this night, while the rain breaks its innumerable beak on the earth and the sea. Hear how the wind comes galloping, calling to take me far away. With your forehead upon my forehead, with your mouth upon my mouth, our bodies bound by the love that burns us, let the wind pas s by without taking me away. Let the wind rush in crowned with foam, let it call me and seek me galloping through the shadows, while I, sunk into your immense eyes, just for this night, I shall rest, my love. ******* ✍ Pablo Neruda ( Parral, Chile, 12 July 1904 ~ Santiago, Chile, 23 September 1973). ◙ Artwork: Frederick Varley