As if you had died

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent, 

and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you. 

It looks as though your eyes had flown away 

and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.

Like all things are full of my soul 

You emerge from the things, full of my soul. 

Dream butterfly, you look like my soul, 

and you look like a melancoly word.

I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant. 

It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby. 

And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you: 

let me fall quiet with your own silence.

Let me also speak to you with your silence 

Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring. 

You are like the night, quiet and constellated.

Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent. 

Distant and painful as if you had died. 

A word then, a smile is enough. 

And I am happy, happy that it is not true.

Pablo Neruda