The Farmhouse Deli
"The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake…" Bright Star
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
- Mark Twain
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.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
I don’t love you like topaz or beach rose
Or a flare of carnations darting from a fire.
I love you like one loves some dark unknown
Surreptitiously, in between shadow and soul.
I love you like the plant that never flowers yet
Holds inside itself the brilliance of flowers;
Thanks to this buried love for you my flesh lives
With this addictive aroma from deep inside the earth.
I love you without knowing how, when or wherefore.
I love you unswervingly, without problem or pride;
In short. I love you because I don’t know any different
No other way than this, where there is no me or you,
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand ,
So near that you shut your eyes when I fall asleep.
"How do you spell love?" Piglet
"You don’t spell it. You feel it." Pooh
"There is much beauty here because there is much beauty everywhere. Unending streams of lively water flow over the old aqueducts in the large city. They dance in the city squares over white stone bowls and spread themselves out in wide roomy basins. They rustle by day and raise their voice to the night. Night here is grand, expansive, soft from the winds, and full of stars. And gardens are here, unforgettable avenues lined with trees."
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
#instalove! Love that the sun is out and our garden is bursting!