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27-03-2005, 03:00 AM

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire;
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to you love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems, or pride;
I love you in this way because
I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes
that close.

-Pablo Neruda-

27-03-2005, 03:06 AM

It is the color of light,
the shape of sound high in the everglades.
It lies suspended in the hills
A blue line in a red sky
I'm looking at sound
I'm hearing the brightness of high bluffs and almond trees
I'm tasting the wilderness of lakes rivers and streams
Caught in an endless song
I'm remembering the water that glows in the dawn
The motion tumbled in earth
Lie hidden in mounds
I'm dancing a bright beam of light
I am remembering love.....

-Taken from Ekadeli - Rinduku & Hasratku-