Friday, May 28, 2010

Rosa rugosa

"No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma."

From "Soneto XVII" by Pablo Neruda


It's summer in Central Texas. Slant cumulus clouds and supercells.

Off to the farmer's market tomorrow; maybe fresh eggs and hopefully wandering with a camera Sunday.

As for the rest, petting cats and teasing The Mur, and of course reading for school.


lowenkopf said...

Of course the Neruda is splendid; he wails, old Pablo does.

Good to see you back w/the essentials.

Dale said...

I love those clouds, in Texas. When they come to Oregon where they don't belong I start looking for the four horsemen, though.