November 2010
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“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I...”
– Pablo Neruda (via fuckyeahneruda)
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“Let me remember you as you were before you existed.”
– “Every Day You Play” -a poem by Pablo Neruda (via sexcapadesandbarricades)
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Too Many Names
Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays and the week with the whole year. Time cannot be cut with your weary scissors, and all the names of the day are washed out by the waters of night. No one can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or Maria, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and of Paraguays; I have no idea what they are...
