True love, not what soil the pages of newspapers these days, in a poem by Pablo Neruda that requires no translation. This fact, as believers, are nothing more than to hear the poet.
Desnuda eres tan simple
Desnuda eres tan simple como a de tus manos, lisa
, land, minimum round, clear, moonlit
have lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba,
have vines and stars in your hair, naked
are spacious and yellow As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as your fingernail,
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day comes
and get into the underground world
like a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: your clear light dims
is dressed, drops its leaves again
and again a bare hand.
Postata da zio-silent
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