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Thursday, August 24, 2006
was pondering a little over Pablo Neruda's wise words:
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
And then we remember that 'long' is finite,
and that the human soul has such great capacity for love.
"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."
'XVII (I do not love you...)' by Pablo Neruda
posted by sharonk on
12:14 PM