throwing candy hearts over my shoulder…

(and loving pablo neruda…) AND…i think it’s funny how we say ‘good night’ in the morning.

happy heart’s day.
solo o doble

September 8th
by Pablo Neruda

Today, this day was a brimming cup,
today, this day was the immense wave,
today, it was all the earth.

Today the stormy sea
lifted us in a kiss
so high that we trembled
in a lightning flash
and, tied, we went down
to sink without untwining.

Today our bodies became vast,
they grew to the edge of the world
and rolled melting
into a single drop
of wax or meteor.

Between you and me a new door opened
and someone, still faceless,
was waiting for us there.