Poetry Reading Contest: *Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines by Pablo Neruda

I do love writing poems and even stories and when I saw the contest run by @mermaidvampire I told my self that I should try joining. But I hesitated because #1 I do know that I am an amateur and the second one is my internet speed sucks bigtime!

But since I want to improve and challenge myself day by day I decided to join. If I win then that will be awesome but if not then it is okay the experience is something that I do look for too.

I picked the poem Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines by Pablo Neruda and I do hope that I brought justice on it.

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
By Pablo Neruda

>Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

>Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

>The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

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

>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, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

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

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

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

>My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
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.

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

>Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

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

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

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

I tried uploading one to DSOUND but I really cannot so as an alternative I used DLIVE for this entry.

My video is at DLive