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<blockquote data-quote="Lily" data-source="post: 837220" data-attributes="member: 1283"><p>Pablo Nerud's Sonnet 17 from One Hundred Love Sonnets</p><p></p><p>[MEDIA=vocaroo]13VGhDshax9q[/MEDIA]</p><p></p><p>Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda</p><p>I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz</p><p>or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.</p><p>I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,</p><p>in secret, between the shadow and the soul.</p><p></p><p>I love you as the plant that never blooms</p><p>but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;</p><p>thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,</p><p>risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.</p><p></p><p>I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.</p><p>I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;</p><p>So I love you because I know no other way</p><p></p><p>than this: where I does not exist, nor you,</p><p>so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,</p><p>so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lily, post: 837220, member: 1283"] Pablo Nerud's Sonnet 17 from One Hundred Love Sonnets [MEDIA=vocaroo]13VGhDshax9q[/MEDIA] Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were a 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. [/QUOTE]
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