About Me
I have no never-again, I have no always. In the sand victory abandoned its footprints. I am a poor man willing to love his fellow men. I don't know who you are. I love you. I don't give away thorns, and I don't sell them.Maybe someone will know that I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I fought mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with the truth. I repaid vileness with doves.I have no never, because I was different- was, am, will be. And in the name of my ever-changing love I proclaim a purity.Death is only the stone of oblivion. I love you, on your lips I kiss happiness itself. Let's gather firewood. We'll light a fire on the mountain. ~Pablo Neruda
