Birth of a blog Part 2
Guys guys, you've got to cut me some slack, a few days is nothing compared to the zealous fans who have been waiting forever for a post. :) Lol. Enough of bull crapping, lets get this started. The birth of this blog has been a laborious affair, and i want to thank the many friends who made this possible - Faith who blurted "its too green!", YY, Agus and Anonymous 1 & 2 for the encouragement. ;p Seriously, writing has never been my forte, so in my first post, i would rather share with you one of my favourite love poem.
Sonnet 17
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
posted by mindless moth @ 2:51 pm
6 Comments:
this is dubious -> "writing has never been my forte"!
And what the dingdongbell is the meaning of "I'm sick of reading a 23 Dec 2004 post about momo dying."?~ u cold-blooded jeannie sotong ball.
Oh i haven't finish reading the poem! (Jaime, didn't i tell you i want "Doh a deer, a female deer" kind off poem?)
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i am anonymous no 2,3,4,5 and so on...... and .........and on...
and pls write more. 1 post is not enough to sustain me.
hahaha... this is funny. -> "Writing isn't forte?" Ohh.. please...
Well... first and foremost, yeah.. I agreed. It's kinda too greenish. Reminds me of the aliens. *ponder*
But I kinda like the poem, especially this part...
"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"
Kinda reminds me of the Little Prince when taking care of his rose.
Ohh well... was a good attempt at your blog. Till then...
Let this be an important comment:
You either flood your blog with postings or I'll flood it with my humble commments... ;)
Keep writing!
Let this be an important comment:
You either flood your blog with postings or I'll flood it with my humble commments... ;)
Keep writing!
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