Pablo Neruda

Well of course I want things. Everybody, at least once in their lives, has stayed awake all night thinking about the things they want. Some eventually get coaxed back to bed, and they turn, smiling, remembering what they already have.

The roof almost got torn out, the trees almost uprooted. Oh, we stayed in. For a moment, I relived that typhoon two years ago, and I was back on the highway, the flood up to my ankles, my knees, my

Had an incredibly good night. Listening to Marc Streitenfeld's Wisdom. That feeling you get: leaving without moving. So I took a book out of the shelf, and it's this collection of works by Neruda, a gift from an old love.

Last day of July. It is midnight, I am listening to Silvestri, and thinking of you. The sight of you in bed, your tousled hair like feathers on my pillow. I want to kiss all of your eyelashes. They would

From an article, Coping With Urges by Robert Westernmeyer, Ph. D.: "We experience craving in varying degrees every day. And because your habit has been important to you for a long time, it may be unreasonable to expect urges to vanish

Because the year has just started, and every once in awhile, one is entitled to a love poem: Sonnet XVII Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love

Here: a poem for a shattered night. Tonight I can write the saddest lines Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight