Love, the stars are out.
The black sea, the blue
sleeping trees surround me.
Soon dawn will come.
Meanwhile I write your name,
your simple name,
that has found its residence in me.
Oh, who showed you where I live?
Thorn of passions, sword of sorrows
that slashed a via dolorosa
through my heart;
what cross did you not nail me to?
Smile of water that kissed my lips
till they gleamed; sunbeam,
thick smell of honey,
that opened in me
gardens of new flowers
and every jasmine of tenderness.
Love, look at me.
Even when I say
that I have forgotten you,
do not believe me.
Not only am I never without you,
you alone are my blood,
from my first to my last body
my most luminous blush.
Nobody can steal your name from my lips, nobody
can lower the red banners you let fly
from my mouth.



















- hehehe. thanks, Chez 













































As I told you before, if Neruda was still among us, he would have no choice but to fall deeply & madly in love with you...However, I do believe he'd have to stand in line.
You are ever so lovely, Sweetie...& your pennings grow only more powerful & pure. Good luck in the contest. Love you, Woman. 


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