amor… what more can I do?

❝ So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?
The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earth,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you to the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.
Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.
You please me more each afternoon.
Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.
That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.❞

Pablo Neruda

wherever you are

it’s Christmas time, pretty baby 
happy holidays wherever you are 😉

neon moon │ karma

 Cigarettes After Sex │ Boccigalupe & The Badboys

feeling free


« don’t save yourself,
don’t be immobile
on the edge of the road,
don’t freeze the joy,
don’t love with reluctance,
don’t save yourself now
or ever,
don’t save yourself,
don’t fill with calm,
don’t reserve of the world
just a calm place,
don’t let fall your lids
heavy as trials,
don’t speak without lips,
don’t fall asleep without sleepiness,
don’t think of you without blood,
don’t judge yourself without time;
but if in spite of everything
you cannot avoid it
and you freeze the joy,
and you love with reluctance,
and you save yourself now,
and you’re full with calm,
and you reserve of the world
just a calm place,
and you let fall your lids
heavy as trials,
and you speak without lips,
and you fall asleep without sleepiness,
and you think yourself without blood,
and you judge yourself without time,
and you are immobile
on the edge of the road,
and you save yourself,
don’t stay with me.
— Mario Benedetti —

high alert

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I tied the trees at the eyes
with a green bandana
and I told them to find me;
and the trees found me instantly
with a guffaw of leaves.
I tied the birds at the eyes
with a kerchief of clouds
and I told them to find me…
and the birds found me
with a song… 😉
I tied the sadness at the eyes
with a smile…
and the sadness found me
the next day
into a love…
I tied the sun at the eyes
with my nights
and I told him to find me…
You’re there everywhere,
all this time, he said;
don’t hide anymore.
Don’t you hide anymore said
all the things and sentiments
which I’ve tried to tie their eyes…


poem by Marin Soresco
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi