Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning
Pablo Neruda, It is Born
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Sea
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3 comments:
beautiful poem to go with beautiful work vilte. absolutely BEAUTIFUL.
Me encantan éstos trabajos ,me gutaría poder comenzar con ellos pero no se donde comprar la aguja y la lana .Sería buenísimo si me das una ayuda soy CAROLINA de CÓRDOBA ARGENTINA mi blog es artesaniasenmismanos.blogspot.com.besos!!!
thank you, Paula..
Carolina, I don't quite understand Spanish.. used online tanslator, but not sure what you asked me..
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