Poetry for the day:
A poem about love by Pablo Neruda, who wrote the most amazing (and exciting!) poems about love. This poem is from his book, Cien sonetos de amor (100 Love Sonnets).
by 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.
Music for the day:
Cesaria Evora died two Decembers ago and the world is poorer because of her passing. This has to be one of my favorite songs about love. Love and longing.
Art for the day:
Longing, Self-Portrait .. by Otto Dix, a German painter and printmaker.