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MARIA

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About Me

sn= rialuvsairandyouThere is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness...Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.~Pablo Neruda~ hot layouts | socomments.com

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds. ~H. Elliott~
MyHotCommentsI do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire.I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm.In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.~Pablo Neruda~A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. ~Robert Frost

Music:


Movies:

across the universe was...wow...amazingly beautiful...

Television:

espn, comedy central, novelas...not... whateva i feel like watching...

Books:

53~What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring, and foison of the year, The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart...61, 81, 87, 92, 93, 94, 139, 140, 141...

Heroes:

whitey, mr. little, and moni