Saturday, February 15, 2014

For Bill

"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 do not 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

your eyes close"

Pablo Neruda

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