Saturday, October 1, 2011

Love


"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 do not 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 your eyes close."

—Pablo Neruda (Cien sonetos de amor)

7 comments:

  1. So romantic. I'd never heard of Pablo Neruda before today but I've been lost in a world of dreams reading some of his poems since I saw this post. :)

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  2. @A. - He makes me envious. A Chilean Cyrano. :)

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  3. Such a beautiful way with words.
    Also, to be so at one with someone as he writes is an amazing thing.

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  4. Oh come now, don't be trying to tell us there's a tiny soft spot nestling somewhere beneath your battle-hardened carapace.

    Whoa! I get it, you're about to announce you're running for office, aren't you?
    You'll be kissing babies next, and helping old ladies across the street.

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  5. @Soubriquet - You injure me, sir. I am but a misunderstood romantic in a winged helmet.

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  6. Oh, Max has a romantic side. Who knew...?

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  7. Who would have thought that you could have been such an inspiration. Thank you, Maxie.

    I had hoped you would have been proud of me but I gather you are not taking it very well. Tsk, tsk. You never were a good sport I'm sorry to say.

    Have a fine weekend and offer my...my kindest regards to...to Ad.

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