Monday, June 13, 2011

from Sonnet XVII

by Pablo Neruda

  ...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.


  1. romantic and satisfying.

  2. it...smiles.


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