This by rights should have been the first post. But its not. Hence the title.
Hey Hi,
I'm me, you're you,
Lets leave it at that shall we?
It's often nice to preserve
some anonymity
I find confessions
so much easier
If for a priest
I have a perfect stranger
I WILL come back and edit this, you WILL see me make a better first impression - or have I already lost my chance?
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sometimes...
...when you've had a bad day, and all you want to do is go home and curl up in bed and never emerge again...sometimes, life surprises you.
Today was a horrible day at work, and by the time I got home at 9, I was so tired it wasn't funny (It probably wouldn't have been funny even if I was a little less tired, and I've never really understood the meaning of that phrase, but I'm on borrowed time now, and expounding is not on the agenda)
Then 3 nice things happened -
1) I got a call from an old old friend. It was brilliant talking to him. Would have made my day even without the other 2 nice things :)
2) My concert tix for Iron Maiden this weekend got confirmed (I know this deserves a power salute, but I'm too tired just right now)
3) Best of all - I was checking email before starting work again, and I found a Neruda poem in my inbox - my all time fave poet, and a poem I hadn't read before!
It sent shivers down my spine - it's so beautiful. Read on...
I do not love you... by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the 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 straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that 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.
How does one follow something like that?
I wont even try...
Today was a horrible day at work, and by the time I got home at 9, I was so tired it wasn't funny (It probably wouldn't have been funny even if I was a little less tired, and I've never really understood the meaning of that phrase, but I'm on borrowed time now, and expounding is not on the agenda)
Then 3 nice things happened -
1) I got a call from an old old friend. It was brilliant talking to him. Would have made my day even without the other 2 nice things :)
2) My concert tix for Iron Maiden this weekend got confirmed (I know this deserves a power salute, but I'm too tired just right now)
3) Best of all - I was checking email before starting work again, and I found a Neruda poem in my inbox - my all time fave poet, and a poem I hadn't read before!
It sent shivers down my spine - it's so beautiful. Read on...
I do not love you... by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the 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 straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that 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.
How does one follow something like that?
I wont even try...
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