LOTOS
28.07.2005., četvrtak
LOVE
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Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands,how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice,I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have fogotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Beceuse of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the sings that percipitate desires; shooting stars, falling objects... Pablo Neruda |
