sexta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2012

How long?


How long?
ohh
how long?
what can i let to pass more?
How much time we have?
How long?
And it'll worth?
How long  to think?
How long to let the things goes on?
ohh
what to do before we say,how long?
what will be after 'so long?'

By:TatyDelacroix

segunda-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2012

Know what ?

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

than 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.

By:Neruda
Adaptation:TatyDelacroix