Something..somewhere.. randomly..

Yesterday, on Monday, September 17th 2012, I went out for a walk and do some research for classes and courses at the community college. While I was on the bus, I noticed a poem of Pablo Neruda on a wall with bold and colorful letters ...

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.

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/N/NerudaPablo/17Idonotlove.htm