"I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt,
topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves dark things,
secretly; Between the shadow and the soul."
withe Mr. Neruda's permission, I wish to dedicate this poem to one who will, no matter how many, varied other loves, will always have my CENTRE Heart.
Thank you very much. Would you help me reminisce?
Marti-Grecia Odalyz...
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