I love Pablo Neruda.

Honestly, with the majority of my being. I was already in love with his poem If You Forget Me which I relate to so much. It is precisely the way I am in relationships. Then I stumbled upon this little poem, and I fell in love all over again.

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a 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. 

He's just so good at making you feel things. A lot of people wouldn't guess it about me, but I'm really into poetry. I don't have a lot of time to read it but I love well-crafted words. I can't get enough of it.

Besides that, I had the most amazing weekend with some really amazing girls. I may or may not add other pictures to this post later but for now this is all you get: 



A successful night of bowling in this fantastic basement alley.




A truly delightful authentic chicken enchilada breakfast prepared by the sweetest kindest native I have ever met!