Sunday, November 21, 2010

Bach at dawn on a Sunday morning

 
 


Bach through an open
  dawn window —
the birds are silent



Jack Kerouac, Book of Haikus

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Haiku my heart: Just one night


"Her kiss"

My fingers through your hair
your face cupped in my hands
Just one night - with you

Riette 20 Nov 2010

recuerda mi corazon





Friday, November 12, 2010

Love Sonnet





I do not love you as if you were a 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.

Pablo Neruda