Saturday, February 14, 2009

my valentyn

Sonnet XVII - 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 dark 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 solid fragrance,
risen 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 as I fall asleep.

hierdie man...


en ek syne...

vir ewig...

en altyd...

Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky.

Kyk na hierdie oulike webwerf: iloveyoumorethanblank

en van die Washington post, mense se liedesverhale in 6 woorde
baie klink so negatief en ek dink my gunsteling was ook negatief bedoel:
"Marriage is a neverending slumber party"
MAAR ek hou van slumber parties, so vir my is dit 'n wonderlike gedagte.

ek hoop vir jou - liefde.

dankie Here, vir die genade van liefde