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
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"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.
..so you haven't seen her yet?
In person so I can hug and kiss her, wen yah!
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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