I want to visit Australia.
Pablo Neruda
I want to go to Australia,
You are my friend, and I don't know what you are talking about.
Because this is my job.
Because you are a boca fan.
Today is Meade Alma's birthday.
Llena del alma mía appeared in las cosas.
Marie Posa de Sue? Oh, my love,
You went to the Palace of Melancholy.
I like where Callas is as far away as he is.
This is my favorite, mariposa en arrullo.
I love you, I don't love you.
I call it quiet Tuyo.
Why don't you talk?
Claro is as simple as lampara and as simple as anillo.
Just like noche, callada and constelada.
You are silent, just want to say.
I want to go to Australia.
Distant and Dorothy are like our mothers.
A palace, a castle.
Yes, I don't like the sea.
I like it when you are silent.
Neruda
I like it when you're silent,
Because you don't seem to be,
You listen to me from a distance,
My voice can't touch you.
Your eyes seem to have flown away,
It's like a kiss sealed your mouth.
Because everything is full of my soul,
You emerge from everything,
Fill my soul.
Dream butterfly, you are like my soul,
You are like the word "melancholy".
I like it when you're silent,
You seem far away,
You seem to be lamenting,
A butterfly that keeps whispering.
You listen to me from a distance,
You can't hear my voice,
Let me be silent with your silence.
Let me talk to you, with your silence-
Bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, silent and full of stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars,
So far away and simple.
I like it when you're silent,
Because you don't seem to be here,
Distant and heartbreaking,
Like you're dead.
That is, in a word, a smile is enough,
I'm glad, glad that's not true.