“I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am ungrateful to these teachers”

Kahlil Gibran

an idle mind is the devils playground

So true. I think sometimes, I'm just a few of feeling people in this world. As if I'm surrounded by the passionless. My mind is constant search, dissecting, looking, wondering and pondering on a puzzley life. Am I alone ?, is there someone else out there that likes to think, about meaning full things, deep things...where have the good conversationalist gone?....As I'm writing/reading this I think I sound arrogant... Is not my intention, I miss having long talks with someone that cares to wonder as much as i do. (sigh)

love this movie... Black Swan

winter tree

brunch @ the BLUE PLATE

If you forget me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.