"Si muero sobrevíveme con tanta fuerza pura"

"If I die, survive me with such sheer force"
by Pablo Neruda

If I die, survive me with such sheer force

that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,

from south to south, lift your indelible eyes

from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth,

I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver,

I don't want my heritage of joy to die,

Don't call up my person, I am absent,

Live in my absence as if in a house,

Absence is a house so fast

that inside you will pass through its walls

and hang pictures on the air,

Absence is a house so transparent

that I, lifeless, will see you, living,

and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.