Ok, sometimes i think St. Valentine’s is just something some stores invented to have more sales. Or i may think is quite too “sweet” thing, or just a too idealized version of the true love, but hey! i should confess i’m a romantic.

So, as my Valentine’s gift, i will share a poem i really like about love, the truth of love, the hidden love…

If a man could say what he loves,
if a man could raise his love in the sky
like a cloud in the light;
if like falling walls, in order to
salute the truth, straightened in the middle,
he could plunge his body headlong,
leaving just the truth about his love,
the truth about himself,
which is not called glory, nor fortune, nor ambition,
but love or desire, I would be the one who imagined;
the one who, with his tongue, his eyes and his hands,
proclaims in front of the men the ignored truth,
the truth about his true love.

Freedom I do not know but the freedom of being imprisoned
in anybody whose name I cannot hear without chill;
someone for whom I forget this mean existence,
for whom the day and the night are for me whatever he wants,
and my body and spirit float in his body and spirit
like lost logs that the sea submerges or raises freely
with the freedom of love, the only freedom that exalts me,
the only freedom for which i die.

You justify my existence: if I do not meet you, I haven’t lived;
if I die without meeting you, I don’t die, because I haven’t lived.

Luis Cernuda

This poem is originally written in Spanish, so i hope the translation is good and keeps the power and the full sense of the words and, yes, is someway dramatic, but love can be dramatic. And now it’s proved i’m a romantic…