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Moon Child

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Ice Crack, photo by Kai Tirkkonen.

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When I die I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of  your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me one more time: to feel the softness that changes my fate. I want you to live while I, asleep, await you, I want your ears to go on hearing the wind, for you to smell the scent of the sea we loved together and for you to go on treading on the sand we trod on. I want what I love to stay alive and you I loved and sang about all things, so go on blooming, beflowered, so you may reach all that my love commands, so that my shadow may saunter through your hair, so that all may know the reason for my song.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love sonnets: LXXXIX (via words-and-coffee)

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Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe, come touch the fire of instantaneous blue, come before its petals are consumed.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XXIV (via words-and-coffee)

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I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets, Sonnet XVII,  1960 (via bookmania)

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My name means mountain. It means I can crush your heart, it means you can’t carry mine. It means I am bigger than life, it means I smile with teeth of icebergs. It means I am lonely somewhere in the forest, it means you can’t tear me down. It means when you are with me you’re on top of the world, taking humans in your palms, swallowing the seas and rivers like saliva. And when you fall from the highest altitude remember to give me your black bruises. My name is a tribe in South Asia, of proud people with eyes of emerald and blood on their clothes. My name is loyalty, one for all, all for one. It means family, it means let me tell you the story of my people, a tragic one, a beautiful one, written in poetry in a garden of pomegranates. My name is spelled wrong, defying who I am, for my accidental birth, and for my parents’s lack of culture and tradition. My name is a woman in Afghanistan, older than my father, my name misses a place to belong. My name is quick temper, my name is impatience, my name is not easy to pronounce, and has no time for you to learn it. My name is unforgivable, my name meant sun once, my name was hot as the summer, killing butterflies, and my name is incarnated in the mountains of Himalaya, killing people, and asking them to understand.

When My Name Told Me The Truth by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)