Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010
My shiny black hair
fallen into disarray,
a thousand tangles,
like a thousand tangled thoughts
about my love for you.
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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
Tuesday, August 7th, 2007
I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt.
I have perfumed my bed
with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
Come, let’s drink deep of love till morning;
let’s enjoy ourselves with love!
Proverbs 7:16-18 (NIV)
