I like for you to be still by Pablo Neruda

One my all-time favourite poems. Love Neruda's charm and style. His romanticism brings me to tears. Love his works...Here's one for you:

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you

Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then,
One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

...finger...

i trace my finger
on a piece of paper
no lines
no future
just a finger
flesh
veins
blood
a bone also - i think
but not on paper...
it was to distract myself
from thoughts
entring my crazy head
the doctor says "do something constructive"
i trace my finger
look how it bleeds