Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Pablo Neruda ...



Here I came to the very edge
Where nothing at all needs saying ...
Everything is absorbed through weather and the sea
And the moon swam back
Its rays all silvered ...

And time and again the darkness would be broken
By the crash of a wave ...

And every day on the balcony of the sea
Wings open 
Fire is born
And everything is blue again like morning ...


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