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Beyond Forgetting
Beyond Forgetting
Beyond Forgetting
By Rolando Carbonell
For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life.
You are so much a part of me—of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions—that in all
my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you.
Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely
smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?
I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you.
The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.
I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you
divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this
even darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of
my heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But,
perhaps, you didn’t understand...
Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung,
until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood....until you come to me again.
For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone...