Tuesday Dec 30, 2003

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Rebecca emailed me this today:

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-Pablo Neruda

/me melts

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quinn:
my friend had that read aloud at their wedding. its killer. i have it hangin on my fridge. pablo neruda wrote some fiercely erotic stuff.

i posted the same thing in my journal last year on november 2.

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jeff_fries:
Good job of tactfully handling the Silent Hill 3 query on the emulation boards. And please forgive me for telling Dejajeva to go there asking for a ROM; I posted it w/o thinking. And for the thread where I said no one in the group has met any girls. I wish I could say I was drunk.

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