Thursday, January 10, 2013

With no reason

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 than this, 
where I does not exist, nor you, 

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, 
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. 


- XVII Pablo Neruda

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