A Drinking Session With Neruda

By in

Avoid this entry like the plague if you like Pablo Neruda.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Go lang ~friend~.

Write, for example, “The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.”

Chever in the distance, I get you.

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Explain to me this “revolution” of the wind; AFAIK the wind blows.  It cannot revolve.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pang-sometimes ka lang pala.  Sinosobrahan mo naman kasi.  Balance, dude.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.


She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tell me about your beloved… pet… frog.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

I see… errr… I don’t get it.  You do not have her, so you must have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

Deconstructed: “like a sea of pep.”  “Like the cola of the coca.”  “The royal truth of oranges.”

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

I’m assuming that when the sun is shining, she’s not with you.  Yes.  We know.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

In the distance someone is singing.  In the distance.  From a distance.  The world looks blue and green.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.


The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

Whitening the same trees.  Gluta-MAX.  B-E-A-M means smile, smile kami pag-BEAM.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?  You PAINT with the wind.

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

Her voice.  Her bright body.  Her infinite eyes.  Eyes.  Eyes ka na naman.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Pwede ba namang panindigan mo talaga kung mahal mo siya o hindi naguguluhan ako eh.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

To nourish the soul… jackol.  So to speak.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Sige na nga.  Cheers.

3 comments on “A Drinking Session With Neruda”

    • Teo
    • March 20, 2010

    Hindi ako masyadong fan ni Neruda; okey lang siya sa akin.

    Kaya ba natawa ako? Hehe.

  1. Reply

    I am a fan, of this poem especially, but I still found it hilarious.


    Awesome blog, btw. ^^

  2. Reply

    haha. this made me laugh (despite the fact that i happen to love Neruda)

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