I like on the table,
when we’re speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Pablo Neruda
September 7th, 2012
September 21st, 2011
Rolling its blues against another blue, the sea, and against the sky some yellow flowers. October is on its way. And although the sea may well be important, with its unfolding myths, its purpose and its risings, when the gold of a single yellow plant explodes in the sand are bound to the soil. They flee the wide sea and its heavings. We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
Pablo Neruda
July 7th, 2011
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda (via theneverland)
(Source: mixedbutterfly, via theneverland)
May 17th, 2011
I need the sea because it teaches me.
Pablo Neruda
(photo by Gilad)
