Pablo Neruda - Ode to My Suit lyrics

Every morning, suit, you are waiting on a chair to be filled by my vanity, my love, my hope, my body. Still only half awake I leave the shower to shrug into your sleeves, my legs seek the hollow of your legs, and thus embraced by your unfailing loyalty I take my morning walk, work my way into my poetry; from my windows I see the things, men, women, events and struggles constantly shaping me, constantly confronting me, setting my hands to the task, opening my eyes, creasing my lips, and in the same way, suit, I am shaping you, poking out your elbows, wearing you threadbare, and so your life grows in the image of my own. In the wind you flap and hum as if you were my soul, in bad moments you cling to my bones, abandoned, at nighttime darkness and dream people with their phantoms your wings and mine. I wonder whether some day an enemy bullet will stain you with my blood, for then you would die with me, but perhaps it will be less dramatic, simple, and you will grow ill, suit, with me, with my body, and together we will be lowered into the earth. That's why every day I greet you with respect and then you embrace me and I forget you, because we are one being and shall be always in the wind, through the night, the streets and the struggle, one body, maybe, maybe, one day, still.