"Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate, but men will bore through to get there."

Sunday, April 13, 2008

NERUDA- Cien Sonetos De Amor

In the center of the earth I will push aside
The emeralds so that I can see you-
You like an amenuensis, with a pen
Of water, copying the green sprigs of plants.

What a world! What deep parsley!
What a ship sailing through the sweetness!
And you, maybe- and me, maybe- a topaz.
There'll be no more dissensions in the bells.

There won't be anything but all the fresh air,
Apples carried on the wind,
The succulent book in the woods:

And there where the carnations breathe, we will begin
To make ourselves a clothing, something to last
Through the eternity of a victorious kiss.

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