"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for November 18, 2012

I do not love you – Pablo Neruda

“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 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 fragrance,
risen darkly 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 and I fall asleep.”

To you, my love.


Looking at my moon

Looking at this beautiful moon
flowing upon my soul I remember
you from my dreams, my love

my heart finds herself smiling like
a happy child with a wish in the
corner of the lips

I rest in the shining peace
of my moon, moon as blue as
the love in your eyes.


memyselfandela, 2012