Lovely Little Lady

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January 2012

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Pero
si cada día,
cada hora,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.

Pablo Neruda, a selection from Si Tu Me Olvidas


The translation:

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Jan 30, 2012
“… You can discard what you do not believe in. There is plenty you do not believe in and plenty that you do believe in. And another thing. Don’t ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough to ever have it. You never had it before and now you have it. What you have, whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it cannot exist because they do not have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.” —For Whom the Bell Tolls, by Ernest Hemingway
Jan 30, 20121 note
Hollow and Bold Marla Hansen
Jan 25, 20126 notes
“For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit can almost dispense with language; the commonest expressions do, since no expressions do; hence the most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down.” —Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Jan 23, 20123 notes
“Every part of my body felt electric. My chest ached and my head throbbed with the great terrible limitless possibility of the morning, and when it came, the sky was washed white, everything was new, and I hadn’t slept at all.” —Dave Eggers, What is the What (via bookmania)
Jan 23, 2012580 notes
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