There are lonely cemeteries,
Graves full of bones without sound,
The heart passing through a tunnel,
Dark, dark, dark,
As in a shipwreck we die from within
As we drown in the heart,
As we fall out of the skin into the soul.
Death Alone, Pablo Neruda
6.12.08
"a naked seed"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment