Conditions by Pablo Neruda With these moody negations I said goodbye to the mirrors and gave up my profession: better a blind man in a corner singing songs to the world without setting eyes on a soul, if part of me is so like the others! Nevertheless I kept trying: how to look back at myself to wherever it is I sat blinded when my total condition was dark? There was nothing to show for my singing in a blind rabble of singers: but the harsher the street sounds became, the sweeter I seemed to myself Condemned to self-love, I lived the exterior life of a hypocrite hiding the depths of love my defects had brought down on my head. I keep on being happy, disclosing to nobody my ambiguous malady: the grief I endure for self-love, who was never so loved in return.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 02:26:44 +0000
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