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Cien Sonetos de Amor

Posted: June 24, 2010 in poetry
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Some of my favorite lines:

By Pablo Neruda

Sonnet 17

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

in which there is no I or you

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand

so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close

(Is there ever a love like that? I dont even think I can do that because it feels like losing yourself, your identity. But still those lines are perfect.)

Sonnet 44

You must know that I do not love and that I love you,

because everything alive has its two sides;

a word is one wing of silence,

fire has its cold half.

I love you in order to begin to love you,

to start infinity again

and never to stop loving you:

that’s why I do not love you yet.

I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held

keys in my hand: to a future of joy-

a wretched, muddled fate-

My love has two lives, in order to love you:

that’s why I love you when I do not love you,

and also why I love you when I do.

(I love this sonnet because the contradictions were clearly stated yet you still end up with confusion.)



Posted: May 22, 2010 in personal, poetry

What’s so hard about goodbyes? You know you’ll see each other again soon. Well, maybe not that soon but still, months (years?) from now, you’ll see other again.

Is it the feeling of abandonment? That the other person is moving on with his plans and you’re stuck with analyzing and rationalizing why you’re even hurt in the first place when you know all along that it was gonna end.

Is it realizing that the thing that attracted you to him is the same thing that’s messing with you right now? When you first started hanging out, it was the idea that after a month or two he’s going to leave and you would have never thought that anyone can fall for someone in that short amount of time. You never realized that being near each other, doing work together, talking, for most of the hours of the day – was never really just “hanging out”.

Is it trying to accept that maybe, just maybe, you feel something more for him than you’re willing to accept just because you’re a realist and you know nothing good in your life turns out the way you want it to?

Is it being scared of the memories that you know would haunt you for a long time? Those times when you were just lying in bed, talking about inanity and laughing, having fun with just being together. When you realized you’d rather be inside a crappy apartment and hold each other than go outside, have some fancy dinner or something else. When you realized that there’s not enough time and you don’t want it to end.

Is it knowing that when you felt bad, he was the one who made you feel better just by holding you, without even saying anything?

Or is it just the fear of being alone… again?

Conversations with a fool

Posted: May 7, 2010 in personal, poetry

Don’t fall into the pit

That had once drowned

…and almost killed you

Don’t peruse the fiction

Your mind has conceived

…and then be deceived

Don’t stare at the sun

That once blinded

…and repeatedly scarred you

Don’t look into the eyes

That draw you closer

… as the end nears

Listen to the heart

That will bleed and break

…over and again, again

Deliberate the agony

That would ensue

…and leave you forsaken

Abandon the search

For that that isn’t meant

…and it never was

Remember that bliss

is gone and wouldn’t come back


…and not ever