Saturday, November 10th, 2007
I love you without knowing how, or when, or where from,
I love you simply, without complexities or pride;
I love you in this way, not knowing any other way of loving
but this, in which neither I nor you exist
so close that your hand on my breast is mine,
so close that your eyes close when I sleep.
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
November 17th, 2007 at 4:51 pm · Link
Hi Paz,
Just popping by to say hello. I love the sonnet
November 17th, 2007 at 7:14 pm · Link
Hi there Shelley! Great to see you here!
Best,
Paz