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Notify me of new posts via email. Share this: Twitter Facebook. Like this: Like Loading Published by N. Thanks for sharing this piece. Rosemary, September 22, Yes, she is gone, though call her name I do Each night. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email required Address never made public. Name required. Follow Following. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand.

So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. I do not love you as if you were a rose made of salt or topaz or an arrow of carnations spreading fire: I love you the way certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you like the plant that never blooms, but conceals within itself the light of those flowers; and, thanks to your love, the darkness of my body houses the suffocating aroma that arose from the earth.

You can say anything you want, yes sir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend I bow to them I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down 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'll finish it later. I told you I'd finish it some other time I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this.