What do you love when you love?
Gonzalo Rojas
What do you love when you love, my God: the terrible light of life | |||
or the light of death? What do you seek or find, what | |||
is this: love? Who is it? woman, whit her death, her roses, volcanoes, | |||
or this red sun, which is my furious blood | |||
when I enter into her up to the finel roots? | |||
Or is it all a great game, my God, and there is no woman | |||
nor man but one body only: yours, | |||
split up in stars of beaty, in fleeting particles | |||
of visible eternity? | |||
I'm dying in this, oh God, in this war | |||
of coming and going among women in the streets, of not being able to love | |||
three hundred of them at a time, because I am always condemned to one, | |||
to this one, to this only one whom you gave me in the old paradise. |