Wednesday, October 17, 2007

soneto de amor

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- by Pablo Neruda, XVII, Cien sonetos de amor


Anonymous said...

"The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart."
- Helen Keller

But Helen you are deaf blind.

I'd like to see and hear the love of my life.

Angeli said... you haven't seen her yet?

Anonymous said...

In person so I can hug and kiss her, wen yah!

Angeli said...

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. – Victor Hugo

I'm absolutely certain that she feels the same way. :)

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