[the Queen] [I don’t love you…] [here]

❝ I’ve named you the Queen.

There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier, —
but you are the Queen.
When you go through the streets,
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown,
no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear,
all the rivers, sounds
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I.
Only you and I, my love.
Listen to it… ❞

I don’t love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations that fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, —
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you bluntly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
then this: where I, does not exist, nor you, —
so close, that your hand on my chest is my hand, —
so close, that your eyes get closed as if I am the one I fall asleep… ❞


I came here to count the bells
that live upon the surface of the sea,
that sound over the sea,
within the sea.
So, here I live.
If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where the clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience. ❞
just a look inside for finding the light
where the ideas swim… within of there…?
Pablo Neruda

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