Pablo Neruda #15 to #20
I'm sorry I didn't quite make it to the finishing line and managed only to post up to #14 before I ended up in Beijing, China on February 7 for a business trip. As we all know, almost everything is blocked in China and that means I couldn't finish what I started. I'm sorry... BUT, [...]
Pablo Neruda #14
Here's the 14th counting down to the celebration of ♥...
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XVIII./Oh the black cross of a ship./Alone./Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet./Far away the sea sounds and resounds./This is a port./Here I love you.
Pablo Neruda #12 and #13
I missed posting for yesterday, so here's the 12th and 13th counting down to the celebration of ♥...
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XIII.
I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you.
The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.
Pablo Neruda #11
Here's the 11th counting down to the celebration of ♥...
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XII./You gather things to you like an old road./You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices./I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated/ that had been sleeping in your soul.
Pablo Neruda #10
Here's the 10th counting down to the celebration of ♥...
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I./I was alone like a tunnel. /The birds fled from me,/ and night swamped me with its crushing invasion./ To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,/ like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
Pablo Neruda #9
Here's the 9th counting down to the celebration of ♥...
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XVI. /In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud/and your form and colour are the way I love them./You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips/and in your life my infinite dreams live.
Pablo Neruda #8
Here's the 8th counting down to the celebration of ♥...
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XV./As all things are filled with my soul/you emerge from the things, filled with my soul./You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,/and you are like the word Melancholy.
Pablo Neruda #7
Here's the 7th counting down to the celebration of ♥...
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X./Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,/sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad./A swan, a tree, something far away and happy./The season of grapes, ripe and fruitful season.