2004-10-02 - 1:36 p.m.
i am reading yellow heart by neruda... his poems before his death. i love the dramatic he interjects in everything.
because i am unfinished and spindle-shaped
i had an understanding with needles
and then they were threading me
and never have finished.
Thats why the love I give you,
my woman, my needle woman,
coils in your ear moistened
by the sea winds of Chillan
and uncoils in your eyes
letting sadnesses drift.
this is a languid morning, saturday in silence and i picked up this book and drank my coffee and read it quiet and the coffee and the word were rich and sharp.
the wedding... i am late...
