Pablo Neruda - Soliloquy at Twilight lyrics

Given that now perhaps we are seriously alone, I mean to ask some questions-- we'll speak man to man. With you, with that pa**erby, with those born yesterday, with all those who died, and with those to be born tomorrow, I want to speak without being overheard, without them always whispering, without things getting changed in ears along the way. Well then, where from, where to? What made you decide to be born? Do you know that the world is small, scarcely the size of an apple, like a little hard stone, and that brothers k** each other for a fistful of dust? For the dead there's land enough! You know by now, or you will, that time is scarcely on day and a day is a single drop? How will you be, how have you been? Sociable, talkative, silent? Are you going to outdistance those who were born with you? Or will you you be sticking a pistol grimly into their kidneys? What will you do with so many days left over, and even more, with so many missing days? Do you know there's nobody in the streets and nobody in the houses? There are only eyes in the windows. If you don't have somewhere to sleep, knock on a door and it will open, open up to a certain point and you'll see it's cold inside, and that that house is empty and wants nothing to do with you; your stories are worth nothing, and if you insist on being gentle, the dog and cat will bite. Until later, till you forget me-- I'm going, since I don't have time to ask the wind more questions. I can scarcely walk properly, I'm in such a hurry. Somewhere they're waiting to accuse me of something and I have to defend myself; nobody knows what it's about except that it's urgent, and if I don't go, it will close, and how can I hold my own if I knock and nobody opens the door? Until later, we'll speak before then. Or speak after, I don't remember, or perhaps we haven't even met or cannot communicate. I have these crazy habits-- I speak, there is no one and I don't listen, I ask myself questions and never answer.