03-04-2013, 07:03 PM
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Join Date: Jan 2013
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Originally Posted by katsy
I couldn't help but to share one more this evening. This is a freakin awesome poem. There is no doubt that in his time, Pablo, pulled more ass than a toilet seat.
“Sonnet XVII
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. ”
― Pablo Neruda
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Wow.... this is unbelievable. Thank you.
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