There is an upside to working 6 days in a row. Today is my Friday and I will be having a much needed three day weekend. Tonight I will meet again with my writing group and we’ll try to put more words on those sad pages.

Here is a poem for the weekend. I read this poem at my brother’s wedding and I have been thinking about him all week. I love the poetry I have read by Pablo Neruda and I imagine it must be even more incredible in Spanish, I always wonder how much is lost through translation. But this poem seems as though it was written in English. Have a great weekend.

I do not love you as if you were 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.>

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