"I love you without knowing how, or when,
or from where. I love you simply, without
problems or pride: I love you in this way
because I do not know any other way of
loving but this, in which there is no I or
you, so intimate that your hand upon my
chest is my hand, so intimate that when
I fall asleep your eyes close."
--Pablo Neruda
So what is it with these passionate dudes; all swarthy brown and beautiful of soul and body?
I mean first Pablo Picasso, Rumi and now Pablo Neruda. Just an old coon hound me looking to see what's the common denominator?
"If a man urge me to tell wherefore I loved him, I feel it cannot be expressed but by answering: Because it was he, because it was myself."
"If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I."
--Michel de Montaigne
"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."
--Rumi
It's okay to repeat themes thinking to get them better; unlike insanity saying; "VOTE FOR ME! . . . I'll make you safe and more better!" About Picasso he'd go to the museum with a red lunch box held together with a lavender shoe string and when alone with his work he'd modify it.
Well excuuuuuuuuuse me! If God is exclusively defined as a guy and these guys love god as a guy then homosexuality is populating the earth not with more babies than we know what to do with but with art.
120920 08:55 too important!
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