About Me
brasil, recife-pe, scorpio, familia, amigos, falo portugues e portunhol, art, design, colors, shapes, my creations, free style, mosturizer in the summer is yucky, water is good, maybe 1 gallon a day. i like duane reade. i like the bus. I like chapstick. I like kisses and hugs.
Symbol of Transformation
An oriental symbol of the soul's pilgrimage through life: the soul climbs up through the four belts of the world, or elements, to its purification, and wins through from darkness into light.
From The Book of Signs
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Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda
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.
