“Hay algo más tonto en la vida que llamarse Pablo Neruda?”

I have been like a bookworm,errr..or rather networm(?!) for like 5 or 6 consecutive days already. Try as I might, I divert my mind to focus on other things because my lids get kindly swelly when i read much. Yet the moment I grab the mouse I again fall into the abyss of his words and verses, love and life.

“Hay algo más tonto en la vida que llamarse Pablo Neruda? “

Probably, like many other girls my age, Pablo Neruda is a perfect prince charming. Kahit isang sentence lang cguro from him na dedicated for me, PAKAKASALAN KO NA SYA SA LAHAT NG SIMBAHAN! hahaha! Not yet done reading though. Hinihimay. Iniisa-isa. Ninanamnam. Isinasapuso. Pinag-aalab. Inaangkin bawat salita.

Sonnet XVII

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.

Indulge. Fall in love.